Craziest Ride of My Life

There I was, kicking dirt and sulking down the highway with my thumb pointed to the heavens and heart yearning for something new. My parents had kicked me out of the house a day before and I had only made it as far as the tip of the San Fernando Valley from home down in Orange County that day. I had no real destination; all I knew was that I wanted to get as far from my folks as possible. Hungry and tired, I was about to give up for the night when two guys in a sleek new Hudson skidded to a stop on the road next to me.
"You got cash for gas," inquired the driver.
"I got a couple bucks," I responded.
"Well then, hop right in. We're going as far as east as Denver," the cat in the passenger seat informed me.
I'd never been to Denver so I thought, what the hell, and hopped in the backseat of the Hudson. This may have been one of the more questionable decisions I had made up until this point in my life. The pair in the front of the car were some of the wild cats I'd ever been around. Speeding across the Mojave at ninety miles an hour, they sat in the front yakking and dancing like a couple of possessed preachers. At one point, as the driver, whose name turned out to be Dean, attempted to overtake four cars in one go, I saw the headlamps of a big truck coming at us. I said a Hail Mary and waved the sign of the cross over my shaking body because I thought I was dead. At the last minute, this guy Dean passed the final car and swerved back into the appropriate lane. The only reactions from the front of the car were a few hollers, a loud WHOOP, and a heavier foot on the accelerator.
When we finally arrived in Denver, I fell out of the car and kissed the ground. I never thought I would make it. As the boys dropped me off in front of a boarding house, they invited me out for drinks that night. Drinks? Were they off their rockers? Did they really think I was going to spend another night with them?
"Maybe tomorrow night," I said in return
They had already screeched away by the time I got my bags out of the backseat. Heaven help the person that tries to stop those two, I thought and walked toward my new home.