So today, I had just gotten gas and was driving along the road. I came to a red stoplight with a line of several cars already stopped on it. As I was slowing down, I noticed a faint jolt and my battery light came on. I looked down and realized that the car had died and my power steering and power brakes were gone. I had enough momentum to move over onto the shoulder as I slinked past the cars at the light and stopped with hazards on. A police car pulled up behind me and turned his lights on. Before he even got out, I tried starting the car again and it started just fine even with the engine hot. I let it idle while I waited for him to come to my window. When he came to me, he asked if I was alright and I explained that the car died but started again. I told him I was probably gonna head to a parking lot to let it run for a while. I pulled into a bank parking lot (the same bank where I'd gotten my debit card less than an hour earlier) and just sat there for maybe 15 minutes. I popped the hood and nothing seemed odd and the idle was smooth. I was maybe 15 miles from home and wanted to be somewhere closer in case I needed to be rescued, so I started heading that direction. I was driving straight towards a severe thunderstorm and wasn't sure if I could get home before it hit. I pulled into an elevated lot of a deserted permanently closed bank so I could see which way the storm was going, and sure enough it was getting closer.
I turned around and headed back towards the road and there was some weird scraggly guy carrying a lunch box and a weed whacker watching me while he walked along the road. I stopped at a stop sign and looked down in the direction I had to travel to get to the highway and saw a black C7 Corvette sitting at the light. I turned and pulled up behind it, getting this picture:
At the green, the Corvette took off quickly turning left and I followed. I had to book it trying to keep up but didn't want to go much past the speed limit. The Corvette was doing maybe 75 in the 60 and getting away, but a red light stopped it and I pulled up on the right side of it. I saw a middle aged woman driving it. She looked at me and smiled. I cracked my window to listen to the engine. On the green, she totally peeled out. The tires spun and she went flying down the road. Some idiot in a truck got in front of me turning on his red even though I was leaving the light, but the Corvette slowed down. She turned on a road about a mile from my street. I got home about two minutes before the heavy rainfall started.
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