Runway indeed.

" I think you better keep to the first lane. ", noted my vehicle commander.
1 minute down the long flat tempting highway, I saw about 20 sports cars with much more people crowding the opposite sides of the highway. Men, women, mostly my age dressed casually with sandals and flip-flops. Strategically, they have effectively blocked all exiting routes into the highway from neighbouring farms and cemeteries.

They started peering in the direction behind me, naturally I turned to my right mirror and I saw a orange white spot growing larger.
" FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM "

" Fwah! ", I complimented.
My heart punched me hard. My heart actually felt painful when this bullet car sped pass me.
I would say the wind speed generated into my car window (due to close proximity between me and the car) was bursting. Kinda like a mini fighter plane going past me.
My steering wheel was kinda faulty and it drifted slightly to that speeding orange car's lane prior it overtaking me.
That lunatic was probably going at 200 km/h cos by the time I finished saying 'Fwah', it was already 50 m ahead of me (I was at 50 km/h).

The emergency aircraft runway had become their own Initial D race ground.

Reports from my peers earlier on included a WRX with a flaming exhaust pipe.
The way these racers fart their cars are simply bloody noisy...