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My heart’s thudding in my chest as I will the little moped to go faster. I speed off down the main road in the direction I was already facing, then swing right into a side road. The moped’s never felt slower than it does now.
I can’t hear the sirens any more, but that’s only because of the noise of the moped at full throttle and the pulsing of the blood in my ears. When I get to the end of the side road, I meet another main road. I don’t even stop to look, just bolt straight out across two lanes of traffic whilst veering to my left, car horns honking at me as I narrowly miss the front bonnet of a taxi.
I’ve got no time to stop and apologise, and I keep the throttle on maximum power as I lean forward, trying to will the machine to eke just an extra mile an hour out of its little engin
