Sunday, March 29, 2009
i was holding onto the gear shift tightly, my left foot already atop the clutch pedal, ready to engage the 5th and final gear. my breathing grew slow and steady and despite the roaring of my engine, my hearing was muffled and all i could perceive was an eerie quiet. my eyes momentarily glanced at the rear view mirrors. i panned my surrounds, all was clear. i stepped on the gas some more, the vibrations of my vehicle grew stronger as the engine clamored for its impending release. the loose coins i keep in the car was sounding a timber that grew sharper, an ominous crescendo coaxing me to make the final move. hand pulsed, it pushed. foot tapped, it pressed, and in that one swift, synchronous motion, i shoved the gear shift into the last notch and immediately heard the engine scream in ecstasy. with full, unimpeded throttle, my vehicle accelerated forward, almost like a raging bull, speeding down the vastness of katipunan in the dead of night. i felt my entire body tighten, my muscles tensed. i had already relinquished my hold of the stick shift and my hand now found itself holding tightly the seat beside me. my left hand was controlling the wheel, turning it slightly every now and them to keep me aligned. my eyes lay focused on the seeming endless emptiness before me. how i desperately needed to fill in that space i thought. slot after slot, the faster i fill it, the better, the more exhilarating i surely will feel. my speedometer struggled at 100, i was reving at 30,000 already. i was pushing my engine to its boundaries, but i really didn't care for i had not yet reached mine. indeed, i have not yet reached my tipping point.