The Big Rigs were lined up under the glowing red lights. The steel gateway loomed above them. John felt like he had driven this race before. But now, it was only him, and the other truck. As John began to prepare, he took one last glance over at his opponent. There was only one problem. The driver wasn't there. John was shook to his core. An eerie red light bathed the car's empty seat, filling the space where the driver should have been.
John heard the starting noise, and slammed down on the pedal. His big rig rocketed forward, leaving the previous truck in the dust, as if it couldn't go forward, as if it weren't meant to be. John sped ahead, reaching a bridge. Eager to put some distance between himself and the gloomy car, he sped onto the bridge. But he didn't go over the bridge, he went through it. John cried out in terror as his car quickly phased through the bridge posts, and then up through the bridge back to land. John continued on his course, shooting through buildings and guard rails as if they were from a poorly programmed game. He shot through the lonesome landscape. It was dead silent, even his car didn't make a noise.
His heart was pounding, sweat poured down his face. His car shot up a mountain side with ease, as if physics weren't even applied to this world. Out of his mirror, he could still see the other car sitting silent in the distance. John knew there was only one way out. He didn't want it to come to this, but he had seen it once before on the internet. He reached for the control shaft, and a nauseous feeling came over him. Pulling it into the reverse position. John muttered a prayer, and immediately slammed down on the pedal. John's truck slowly began backing up, the big rig slowly gaining momentum. The car grew faster and faster in speed. John's speedometer began to spin over and over, running far past the limit. John was thrown against the side of the car, the window breaking. Broken glass fell on John, who scraped it off. Blood ran down his face and hands. Grabbing the edge of the car, John forced himself to take a last look at the world outside his cab.
A grey void had formed around him. He had no judgment of distance or depth any longer. John had entered a realm beyond his control, a realm of existence unknown. Logic had no value, the world was broken. John crawled along the vinyl seat, digging his hands into the car to get a grip. He attempted to reach the gas pedal, but it was just too far. John's face turned white, and he was thrown back to the edge of the car. John hit his head and passed out, the words "YOU'RE WINNER" echoing through his head as his brain slowly melted from the extreme speeds. John was thrust into the infinite reversed cycle of Big Rigs, never to be seen again.