Appreciation

A red pickup truck raced down the country road. It filed through the traffic like a fish racing downstream.

Inside the pickup truck, Keith had his brows tightly clenched together. He glanced at the rearview mirror and gritted his teeth before stomping down on the gas pedal.

"Bang!"

There was a sudden loud crash. The pickup truck rammed into the car in front that refused to make way for the pickup truck. Keith was flung forward by the sudden change in momentum. He held onto the steering wheel with all his might so he would not be flung out through the windshield into the traffic.

The vehicle that was rear-ended lost control and stopped by the side of the road. A furious red-bearded old man emerged from it. He raised his fist and cursed at Keith's pickup truck that was already slowly fading out of view. It was around this point when he noticed another dazzling headlight rapidly advancing toward his position.