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Post by Regan McElvy on Nov 24, 2013 7:09:12 GMT 2
The best part about the outer skirts of LA, the hills. Most thought LA was just a giant flat wasteland of plastic humans and big white letters on a hillside. Thankfully, for the sake of Regan's sanity, there were hills she could take hers anger out on. There was nothing better than a few dangerous curves to leave long, beautiful tire tracks along as she sped up the hills and drifted her heart out. Of course, paying for the replacement tires wasn't exactly the greatest thing in the world, but for those few hours of relaxation, Regan was willing to spend the cash.
She edged the Nissan up a bit, staring up the hill at the first curve and settling her usual nerves. There was always that thought in the back of her head that she might over shoot the turn, roll off the side or spin out. Silly of her, really, considering only racers tended to come out to this road, and the occasional tourist. Shaking her head, her foot pressed down on the gas and off she went. Double shifting all the way up until grabbing the e-brake and letting her car drift around the turn in an easy curve. Hands worked the wheel around each turn as she made her way up to the top and pulling off onto the small 'rest' area after the last curve. It overlooked the entire valley, a good place to stop and get a few gulps of fresh air before going back.
Re stepped out of the blue Z onto the dirt, feet tripping into gear and carrying her to the guardrail where she could gaze out over the simply pretty valley. With a deep breath she leaned on the wooden rail, black hair blowing into her face a bit while her mind wandered to all of the thoughts crowding her head.
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