Holy shit, what a night ! ! !
*Long story Alert*
First off, I’d like to sayFUCK YOU
Last night my girlfriend and I go to a friend’s house off of Indian Trail to pick something up. As soon as we get there I notice that she is having a little trouble breathing thanks to her severe asthma. “Where is your nebulizer,” I ask. “I left it at home,” she replies while wheezing heavily. I know that if I don’t get her the medicine that she needs, things could turn bad very quickly. We leave seconds after that. Now I’ve got to go from Indian Trail to 120 off of 316 and have to get there fast! I’ve asked her during attacks, “Are you ok?” She normally replies with a yes but this time I got a “no” with a tear running down her cheek.
On 85N as fast as my car will get me there, over to the HOV lane, flashers on, pulling 6500 RPM in 5th gear. I hold this most of the way there. I notice that she is starting to black out and it scares the shit out of me!
Here is where the fucking civic comes into play. Right before I get on 316 at 110 MPH I see some dipshit kick his flashers on and get behind me, right behind me and then starts to bright me. Long story short, this guy chases me from the 316/85 split to Riverside on 316. During which time I’m going anywhere from 100-130MPH trying to keep Candice alive! He almost causes 2 accidents with other cars and almost hit me twice. I swear to God, if you see this post and you realize what you were interfering with… I’ll leave it at that.
Ok, almost there…
On 316 and holding a steady 110 MPH when I see Lawrenceville’s finest sitting along side of the road. But for the first time in my life I don’t hit the brakes. I pass him and he, of course, flicks on the blues. I pull over ASAP while engaging my ABS. Jump out of my car and tell him, “MY GIRLFRIEND IS DYING!” “Get back in your car!”… So I do. He casually comes over, I scream, “Look at her, I have to go NOW.” To my surprise, he lets me go only saying, “Just don’t do over 100 like you were,” and walks off.
I roast most of first and the start of second gear getting back up to speed, get off of my exit, treat every red light as a 4 way stop and get to the house. Open the passenger door, and try to help her up. She falls to the pavement. I grab her and run towards the stairs that lead to our second floor apartment. Ok, I’m only 5’11” and my girlfriend is 5’7”… My adrenaline is pumping so hard that I’m able to not only carry her up the stairs, but RUN up the stairs 2 at a time.
Finally, I get her inside after a little door kicking (sorry Michele) and get her breathing again. If I hadn’t needed to be strong for her I would have broken down right there. Watching someone you love almost die is more than I care to do again anytime soon.
2 hours later my adrenaline subsides… Oh what a night!
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Originally Posted by B16a2 Civic
