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Day four of your trip had begun without much incident. You and Dash had gotten on the road pretty early, and were planning on arriving in San Francisco that night. The four days of straight driving was taking its toll on you, as there were massive bags under your eyes. You wished Dash could drive, but for obvious reasons, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. You both agreed that you would spend a day in San Francisco to get some R & R, and take in the sights. You were about twenty miles east of Elko, Nevada when Dash asked you a question.
>”Hey [REDACTED], how fast can your car go?”
<”Oh I don’t know, speedometer goes to 120, so somewhere around there I guess.”
>”Hey can we go as fast as you can go?”
<”No Dash, that’s illegal and unsafe.”
>”Yeah, so is stealing a keg from college kids, but that didn’t stop me.”
You looked around. You were in fucking Nevada. Who gives a shit?
<...”Alright Dash, the next exit, we’re going off the highway and i’ll go as fast as we can.”
>”Really? You mean it?!”
Dash was giddy with excitement. It made you happy to see. You made your promise, and soon were on a lonely paved road, just a few miles from the interstate. You found a long stretch at least a mile or so long, and parked on the road. The desolation of Nevada made you uneasy, but you did have to admit, it was quite beautiful.
<“Alright, you buckled in tight?”
>”Yup.”
