The Lamborghini

Night of: Feb. 27
People Involved: my mom, my brother

I'm in a store with my family and we get to a model car section. My mom points out that I've always wanted a lamborghini, and intends on buying a model for my birthday. This turns into me, my brother, and someone else getting into a real lamborghini. My brother is going to drive, so I get in the back seat. There are two rows of back seats, and I take the one in the very back. We start driving, and I can tell we're speeding almost instantly. I look at the speedometer and see we're going between 80-100 mph in a 45 zone. As we're approaching a red light, we don't slow down. I ask, "Are we really going 80 mph?"
My brother confirms this, slows down a little, and runs the red light. I then see lights flash; we're getting pulled over. We decelerate very slowly in the right lane and approach another traffic light. We're getting close to it--I wonder if it's too close and we'll be stopping in a turning lane. I then see that we're about to pull over at a bus stop. A bus comes up to the left and cuts in front of us, forcing us to stop. I'm somewhat relieved.
The police officer tries to open my door (yes, the car has 4+ doors for some reason), but it's locked. I hold onto my model car tightly, which is also a lamborghini. I'm excited that I'm going to get to drive it soon after all this is over.