F1

1st gear...

Entering the interstate from the on-ramp, Max slammed the throttle down, allowing for full acceleration. The roaring V12 came to life and let out a mighty scream as the RPM's climbed higher on the tachometer. The McLaren F1 was built before many safety regulations of today's automobiles, such as basic traction control functionalities. This fact made itself clear when the rear end almost slipped out of his control, but he managed to stay straight.

2nd gear...

The high-end torque metaphorically kicked Max in the face as the car screamed down the empty interstate. The speed still steadily increasing.

Max had been a car guy since he was little. As young as four or five, Max had been bought scale model toys of cars by his parents. He grew up in a wealthy estate in central Texas, so to say he was spoiled is an understatement. His family had been in the oil industry, making their level of wealth seemingly absurd sometimes. At three, he got his first car poster. A pristine 'Historic Orange' McLaren F1. He loved that car more than anything else in the world at the time, and his dream of owning one came true when he turned 21; when his father had bought him a mint condition McLaren of his own. While not the orange one of his childhood memory, a pristine condition Platinum Silver F1 was not one to disappoint. Did I mention he was spoiled?

3rd gear...

The car had hit 120 miles per hour at this point. With the driver's seat in the center of the car rather than to the left or right, Max felt totally in control. Whether it was illegal or not, he had enough radar detection systems within his proximity to make the U.S. government during the Cold War jealous. He liked to go fast, and he had always found an empty interstate the perfect place to do it, whether he would receive punishment for being caught or not.

4th gear...

Seemingly against all odds, the car kept speeding up. This car wasn't the former fastest car in the world for nothing. The F1 broke through the 150 miles per hour mark easily. Max saw the engine temperature creeping up as he drove. He opened the side vent at the push of a button to let additional airflow into the oil compartment. Engineering like this is what made him love this car so much. He treated it like his very own offspring. In some ways,it was.

5th gear...

Max was quickly approaching a small crest in the road. He wasn't worried however since he was confident the downforce produced by the rear flap and undercarriage components would be enough to plant the car over the hill. His reassurance was cut short however as a small purple mist cloud formed on the summit of the hill. As the cloud grew in size, aptly colored purple lightning erupted in all directions from the cloud. What in the absolute hell is that? Max thought to himself, all the while still accelerating.

The still growing cloud caused him to hesitate, as he contemplated whether driving through the unknown phenomenon was worth the risk.

Crucial seconds passed. If he didn't stop now, he wouldn't stop in time.

The car, now approaching 170 miles per hour, had no chance of stopping in time, but he tried anyway.

Harking back to the lack of safety regulation, no ABS system was to be found on the car either. All four wheels locked up immediately, as his panicked foot slammed on the brake pedal. The rear flap, which had previously been supplying the car with needed downforce, shot up vertical as it attempted to act as an airbrake. But it just wasn't enough.

160...145...130...
"I'm probably not gonna stop in time"
125...100...
"I'm DEFINITELY not gonna stop in time"

Mere yards from the cloud, it seemed to open up as if it was expecting Max to enter it. The lightning became more wild than ever, as it wrapped around the car. He was not worried about his safety nearly as much as the safety of his precious baby. As he entered the cloud, he was engulfed in a dark haze which seemed to go way deeper than it looked from a glance.
A crack of thunder more keen to an explosion sounded as the cloud closed, then shrunk until it completely disappeared.

Silence.

All that was heard was a high-pitched ringing in his ears as the explosion had seemed to deafen him temporarily. Any vibrations from the road or engine had seemed to cease, but what replaced it was the car shaking around in three-dimensional space, rather than the conventional left-right-forward-backward axes a driver would experience. The haze grew darker and darker the longer he was jostled. What he could still see however, was the dashboard going absolutely crazy. Both speedometer and tachometer needles became pinned and dropped and pinned again along with any other needled gauges. All the warning and emergency lights flashed like the strobes of a dance club. Max had no idea whether the cloud was becoming thicker or he was losing consciousness. A massive jolt impacted his body, as if he had ran headfirst into a wall.

If he wasn't passed out, he definitely was now.