There is a woman who likes to drive fast. She likes fast cars that handle the curves, she likes fast cars that go from 0 to 60 in 4.5 seconds. She likes cars that respond instantly when she hits that gas pedal... and she hits that gas pedal hard and frequent. When she drives on the highway she hits speeds upwards of eighty-five mph. On this day she is heading home on the highway, as usual she is driving way too fast. But there is a certain kind of thrill in speed for her. A feeling of freedom? A little sense of danger perhaps? Hard to say.
On this day driving home she is lost in thought as she flies down the highway and she snaps back to attention just as she realizes she is about to pass right by her exit. So she veers right, never dropping her speed and gets on the exit ramp that leads to another highway that will eventually bring her home. But the second she hits this exit ramp she is in the middle of a crazy snowstorm. From sunny, dry conditions to blizzard conditions in the span of twenty yards. Road is covered in snow and she likes fast cars and she is driving fast and she hits that snow-covered road and realizes in an instant that she is driving way too fast for the road conditions. Problem is that her love of fast cars means that her tires do not grip well in slippery conditions and the second she hits the breaks she’s going into spin. The second she tries to slow down it’s over. She’ll lose control and God knows where she’ll end up.
She wants to slow down, she knows she has to slow down but she also knows that the instant that she tries to slow down control of that car is no longer hers.