Ricky: The Equestrian Legend

Ricky sped down the interstate, the wind blowing through his hair. He let his mind wander for a bit, thinking of how he would most likely watch various animes when he got off of work , or maybe some Sons of Anarchy, or maybe he would play some good ol' World of Warcraft. He then remembered bitterly that he would have to restart his computer when he got home. He tried to calm himself and took a few deep breaths. It was working, and he soon felt his anger subsiding.

Ricky saw his exit coming, so he flicked on his turn signal and attempted to slow down. He was shocked to find that he could no longer slow down in order to exit the interstate. His mind was racing, he wasn't entirely sure what to do, so he simply shouted, "GOD DAMNIT!" . His truck shook violently and sped up to 70 miles per hour. He couldn't stop, he could only watch in terror as the interstate traffic came closer and closer. His radio faded out then crackled back into life. Strange laughter erupted from the radio as Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue began to play, seeming strangely appropriate, given the current circumstances. He watched the odometer climb to 75, his heart pounding in his chest, he desperately tried to think of a way out of his predicament, but to no avail. He quickly pulled his steering wheel this way and that, weaving in and out of traffic. He heard a familiar sound. Police sirens. That's not good. He wondered how he was going to explain this to them. His truck started acting on its own? Sounded unlikely. His breath hitched. what if...he didn't make it out of this? What if this was his last day on earth? Now this wasn't the first time he faced his own mortality, he had gotten in a wreck before, and still had the scars to prove it. But he wasn't sure his body could take it again. Would anyone cry for him when he was gone? Would anyone even care? Ricky hadn't exactly made many friends in his years, he was kind of a loner.

He immediately snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed he was quickly driving off the side of the road. He jerked his steering wheel to the side, causing him to smash into the car next to him. The car in turn smashed into another car, as it careened off the road, producing a blare from its horn that faded into the distance. As if that weren't bad enough, his truck shot up to 80 miles per hour, making him crash into the car in front of him, shoving it off the road. Needless to say, Ricky was practically pissing himself in terror.

After a couple minutes of cheesy car chase sequence, Ricky saw the flashing lights in the distance, no doubt a police barricade. "Oh god" he said, "this is it, I'm gonna die! And on an empty stomach too!" His truck got faster and faster, and as he neared the barricade, he closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable. Policemen exchanged nervous glances. Just as his truck hit 88 miles per hour it became bathed in electricity and disappeared, leaving behind some very shocked police officers.