Reverse 2 Point Turnabout Novels & Stories

The driver uttered, staring at her through the front mirror. “I said TURN AROUND.” She barked, edge with anticipation. “Yes miss...” He answered, swiftly turning his hand around the stirring wheel while he curved the nearest round about– taking the path back home.

They were approaching a curve in the road when Steve made his decision. Just as they reached the start of the curve, Steve pushed his knee hard against the steering wheel. The driver was confused for a few seconds when he was unable to turn the wheel. Seeing Steve's knee pressing against it, he violently jerked it just as Steve withdrew his knee. The result was a full 360 degree spin, followed by a 180. The ass end of the SUV hit the guard rails.

In an attempt to avoid it, I swerved the vehicle on the hard surface while the tires screeched. The car was now facing the opposite direction of the final line, and right in front of Ronnie, who had stopped his vehicle, he had that unavoidable smirk on his lips—the kind that always meant he was planning something. Warming the engine, I returned the smile. Ronnie's Porsche raced toward me, and I used the rearview mirror to reverse the car backwards at a speed that even Ronnie could not match. The sixth turn was the next most difficult, and it was not for nothing that it was dubbed the devil's turn.

‘I should take an exit from this road and got a shortcut to get home. She bent down and pulled out the gas clutch, she glanced at the rearview mirror, the car also sped up. Up to the Y junction she abruptly changed the turn and made the car sped up to pass her through. She stopped, held the brake clutch and saw the car immediately slowed down its speed. It seemed he had realized she played a trick for him and would choose the other turn to avoid him. She grinned and started to put one gear, getting her motorbike moved backward before taking another turn as the car seemed impossible to turn around its direction.

Right straight towards the car Fabian was driving. Fabian immediately panicked. The car was surrounded from the front and back. The turning road was still a hundred meters ahead. But Fabian doubted whether this car could reach the turn before the car traveling from the opposite direction arrived. If Fabian did not turn immediately, there would be a collision from the front and rear. While Fabian was estimating the distance to the turn, the car behind suddenly crashed for the umpteenth time. But this time the car deliberately grazed so that Fabian's car lost control.

"I'm going straight, Master's got his tail now." "We can't get on Ashlan off Peach. We need the next left after," Rhonda said. "Never mind that, he's turning right on Minnewawa," Master said. "You have to stick with him, Master," Rhonda said. "No one else is in position now. We'll cut right on Gettysburg and try to get behind you. Don't make another turn with him, no matter what. Lisa, come right up Peach and take a right on Santa Ana."

"I had to... Sorry" "What were you listening to?" "Can't stop" She said and curved her shoe on the soil. "Flux Pavilion worked effectively setting up the track for us. Loads of morale." "Great." He could remember all his cousin had taught him "We'll release your vehicle up to begin since there won't be this much grasp the next night. Hold makes you tight, so let up, slip it into the turns. You'll have the option to go hard on the exit, but you will push the entire way to the center coming in. Keep in mind, free is quick on the off chance that you don't turn out, and tight is slow in the event that you drive in too hard..."

someone worse? The closer she got, the more alert she became. She could now see the faint outline of a figure in the driver’s seat. Male, probably. Broad-shouldered. Still. Like a statue made of leather and smoke. She was twenty steps away when the engine flared to life. Maxine froze. Without a single window rolling down, without a door opening, the car suddenly reversed, kicked up a cloud of dust, and turned with sharp precision. Within seconds, it vanished down the winding path, tires leaving ghost prints on the damp earth.

I muttered, tightening the wheel. The turns came faster now, and I pushed them hard. One wrong move and I'd crash into the barrier or worse. But the car stayed loose, each bend cutting my line cleaner. The follower struggled behind me. His car fishtailed once, twice. And the turn into the gravel lot. I killed my lights. Crashed into the parking area like a phantom. Dust blew in a great cloud behind me. I did not look back. I cut a hard swath around the rusty shipping crates, then powered back out onto the main street—reverse direction.

Collin whispered, I nodded slowly and turned to look at him, “Reduce speed," I ordered, my voice firm but soft. "Take another route." Collin nodded, slowing down and veering onto a side street, I tried to control my breathing as he stepped on the gas and zoomed on the alternative route, "Cut through here," I instructed, pointing ahead, Collin manuevered the car skillfully without hestitating , he turned onto the road, their car was closer to us than expected, Collin slammed his legs on the brake doubling crossing them as the both cars came to a screeching halt just few inches away from each other, the seatbelt held us in place and slowly prevented us from hitting the dashboard.