One Word: Tires
The road was slick with rainwater, too much to get soaked up by the asphalt so it pooled on the surface, hiding the holes and blemishes littering the streets. The darkness had a anxious feeling to it, like the air was charged with an electric current, simmering between oxygen and water molecules, waiting to join together and strike. He pushed his foot down further against the gas pedal and the car groaned from under him as it shuddered to move faster. He wasn’t going nearly fast enough if this was going to work. The wipers were on the highest setting, obstructing his view, not that there was much to see. Both headlights had been burned out for months but no one ever stopped him. No one really cared. Trees started flying past the windows and low hanging branches sometimes whipped around the car, scratching the brown paint off and leaving marks all down the sides. The noise was louder than the persistent groaning of the car. He grunted and shifted closer to the wheel as if it were going ...