Construction/Evolution 3 (modified & abused)

She tried to pass us.
There was no way we were going to let that happen.
Still, men and machines have their limits.
She succeeded.

  It became a competition.

The wind blew the hair away from her face.
It was a dramatic one, if not traditionally beautiful.

We began to be concerned about running into police.
We all heard the sounds.
We'd heard it before.
The rumbling, the telltale horn.
No need to hear it.
Train tracks ran parallel to the road.
Far ahead of us, they crossed.

  We weren't chicken; we couldn't back down.

The car accelerated even faster.
The train passed us slowly.
It made the car shake uncomfortably, straining the shock absorbers.
Ahead of us, lights began to flash.
There was little doubt what it meant.

Finally, someone broke the spell.
Somehow, we stopped

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Later, we couldn't agree on just what had happened.
It had been so close.
Somehow, we stopped
by a local museum.

A statue stood in front.
Together, we studied the sculpture.
It was a dramatic one, if not traditionally beautiful.

There was something strangely familiar.
At first, no one said anything, fearing overactive imagination.
It couldn't have just been imagination, though.

It became a competition.
No one wanted to be the first.
Still, men and machines have their limits.

Finally, someone broke the spell.
It was her.
We didn't go into the museum that day.
No need to hear it.
About the one who didn't make it.
Forty years ago.
We'd heard it before.


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