Skyview Drive: An Epic Tale

In my three weeks young age, when I was still a tender and moralistic soul, my driving instructor asked me to do something. It is something I have regretted ever since. To recount the events of that day.

"Well, if you should feel like it, we could perhaps go up Skyview Drive."

He said little more on the matter and remained gravely silent, as I, a terrified but tender youth at the age of 17 unsteadily drove towards what I did not realize would be one of the single most terrifying experiences of our lives. As a result I have lost my tender young self, trading it in for a for more sarcastic and unruly youth.

With cliffs at either side and death clearly waiting to make a quick meal of another idiot who decided to drive along Skyview drive. I realized suddenly I was the idiot he had been waiting for. This of course was unacceptable and my brainwaves went through a few little odd hiccups.

The first change came when a woman walked towards me, I, who was still driving the car that was teetering closer ti extinction then it had ever had done before. This woman then had the sheer tenacity to smile and wave at me while continuing down the center of the road, blissfully unaware of the terrified teenager. It therefore suffices to say the me that would have ordinarily smiled brightly at her only had the concern that I might end up as the whale did in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the book, not the god-aweful American remake movie of the actual British telly show based off the book.

After this I decided that my driving instructor was in cahoots with the CHUDS (Cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers) that my parents had so often told me about. After more paranoid theories I realized that the woman at borders (totally unrelated to the one that waved at me) had eyed me oddly before ripping me off by a penny for a book I had purchased. I then at that time, blindly swore to get down from the drive of madness so as to reach that penny which, of course, was rightfully mine.

During all this massive surge of brilliance however, I had been keeping a rather pleasant conversation going with my driving instructor. All though I had lost faith in humanity for building such a road, I managed to keep such comments to myself. In return for this I survived the epic journey though my faith in road builders has been unalterably damaged.