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only one wearing a small crooked smile. I smiled back at her.
    “Leo, are you out of your mind ? River Road, man?” Scruffy voiced great concern as we jumped into my Mustang. I started the car. “C’mon, Scruff, isn’t it you that’s always looking for action? Now you have some for tonight and you’re complaining? Don’t worry, I got this.” I screeched my tires out of the parking lot.
    “Yeah, well, just don’t put a dent in my ride.”
    “You mean this piece of crap? You got it.” I laughed with him.
    “Seriously though, Leo, you shouldn’t risk your life for a race, man. Just be careful, we all know how dangerous River Road is. It certainly isn’t going to be any safer with you racing at high speeds against a lunatic.”
    He was very serious. I turned to him, doing my best to help him relax. “Scruff, no worries. I told you, I got this, bud.”
    “Yeah.” He exhaled while glancing out of the window. He rubbed his hands along his legs like he was wiping off nervous sweat.
    I was quite confident though, despite Scruff’s understandable reluctance. If he only knew. Risk my life? There’s nothing to risk.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 4
     
    OVERCOME
     
    We followed the parade of cars that piled out of BNB’s and approached Miller’s Hill looming over the outskirts of town. It was the location of River Road, the most dangerous, winding road in Mountainside.
    If one were to see Miller’s Hill from an aerial view, which is an angle I have actually seen it from, one would notice that River Road wraps three times around Miller’s Hill like a corkscrew and then gives way to a one mile straightaway that takes you into town at the bottom. The road contains steep, sharp curves and a few dips that make a speeding vehicle jump a few feet off the ground if it’s moving fast enough. It’s about four miles of nothing but terrifying turns, not to mention there aren’t any guardrails to keep you from rolling down the side of the hill through the thick trees. The only reprieve a potential racer might get is the one straightaway at the very bottom. This is where the highest speeds are reached and it’s the last chance for a lagging racer to exercise his or her car enough to win a race.
    River Road has been the final stop for a couple of area teenagers in the past, and the root cause of a handful of parents ’ skyrocketing insurance premiums. There are still a handful of car parts scattered around the road to this day. There has been a city ordinance in place that prohibits anyone from loitering around Miller’s Hill or going up to the old water tower at the top. It is especially frowned upon to go inside the fenced area that surrounds the tower. But the signs plastered all over the hill still don’t stop the occasional mischief or teenage hormone exchange that takes place up there. This is why police patrol River Road with great frequency, which is another risk involved in racing in the area.
    The tower is the biggest landmark on Miller’s Hill. It’s a large, rusted, abandoned water tower that sits like a gothic-church-cherry on the top of a Miller’s Hill sundae. Adding to the mystique is a few rusting office buildings resting around the base of the large tower that was used by the employees when the tower was in use. Now that it has been abandoned, it’s rumored that suspicious activity happens at the tower, not necessarily referring to teenage relations, more that it’s haunted or something. It’s the darkest point of the hill, almost like it’s hidden in a dark veil of shadow. The people in town say it gives them an ominous feeling every time they look up at it, especially at night. Regardless of the eeriness, the water tower at the top is the starting point for all the street races with the ending point being at the four way stop at the end of the mile stretch at the bottom.
    It ’s easy to see why Scruffy was feeling so nervous for me. He never stopped squiggling around in my passenger seat