"Damn! Dayum! Dammit!" Compass Carburettor lost control of his mouth, unleashing a string of expletives as that was the only way he could maintain a sense of bearing in this situation.
The cars on the road honked continuously, as the sounds of sirens, tyres screeching, etc. resounded nonstop, zooming in and out of his ears. He constantly overtook cars to speed further, not even considering the fact that he was now driving in the opposite lane.
The reason he had done so was because the encroachment of the grass on his lane was faster. And, just before he crossed over to the opposite lane, he shifted his attention to a car that lost control and moved to the side, treading atop the dense overgrowth.
