Cruising down the highway the high beams on
The image of driving thru space as the snow falls
Hydroplane here and a hydroplane there
The adrenaline rushing but there is no fear
Six o’clock Sunday traffic is pretty light
Exiting the expressway and gliding thru the stop sign
I hit the accelerator; fishtailing is such a delight
At the stoplight as the snow still falls
Under the streetlight it looks like a waterfall
The light turns green and as I start to go
The flashing slip light is putting on a show
The snow-covered road with its shining white
The appearance of a lighted runway
As I begin to take flight
Heading toward my final exit on downhill *****
I tap my brakes and slip sliding I go
A couple more taps: I navigate the turn
Gliding thru one more stop sign
I hit the accelerator going for a one hundred eighty fishtail turn
After correcting I continue to go
The car moving from side to side as if I’m drunk or ******
Arriving at works entrance I hit the brakes hard as I make my turn
The car spinning around this race I just won.