The gateway to hell, the point of no return. Hate the highway, love the car, I always say. I slammed it into 17th gear and rocketed into the fray. My car bounced off of a few creeps attempting to merge into the 25th lane, causing a spinout or two and a bumper banger behind me. I gunned the engine past the 263 M'wwts an Hour mark, the normal speed limit.
Nobody really pays attention to the limit.
It's every Ytt for himself. I weaved through fourteen lanes or so, following the route given to me by my boss for getting to G'thrsB'yg city. If you don't make the five lane crossover in three seconds, you'll miss the ramp and have to circle around through the next three crossovers until you can try again. These are a bastard breed of driver that sputters along at 200 M'wwts an Hour to conserve sucrose and plays Adult Contemporary at top volume with the treble cranked up. They usually wear large hats as well.