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The Demon Drive


When going to and from the Red Bull event I think K and I turned the highways into a race track. We were cutting back and forth like demons and I think the adrenaline got us going. At one point we were skidding around an empty round about as if it was a scene from too fast too furious.

After the meet was done we took the airport road down to the 5th ring road, flying around cars as if they were stationary! I was completely concentrating on the drive, and when we got onto the Malik Fahad Highway we were driving fast but not too crazy. Then K split to the right and I was on the left and I saw a cop creep up behind me, and within a split second I decided to take-off. There was no way he could catch up with me, I flew and we had a few very close calls. K already took the first exit and I was flying, when he switched on his lights I was already 400 meters away, he couldn’t catch up no matter what he did, too much traffic. When we exited he wasn’t even in view, and too many cars between us! One hell of a drive!

Two things could happen:

  • If he got my plates then he can have my license suspended, and I would deny that I was driving!
  • If he didn’t get my plates then I’m free flying!