At a time where it seems so very hard, for me just to feel alive. all I wanted then, was to drive As ridiculous as it seems it was the stuff of my dreams all I needed was my car and vacant 4am roads.
Going through the gears, as if they were my final years piston tatted-ring finger; hand firmly wrapped around the wheel braking late into the corner locking up the alloy steel wheels on my automobile the tires squeal waltzing them back into rotation as I find the threshold clutch in twist of the leg at the hip, I blip the throttle with my heel down into second one swift movement un-burnt fuel erupts in the pipes. blitzing through the off ramp keeping it tight, clipping the manhole cover in the apex pedal flat coming out, bounce the tach' as its not worth the upshift pitch the car into the long sweeping overpass bend the back end kicks out on decel' counter steer and slam the accelerator back into the bare metal floor front wheels clawing in the direction that I please keys slapping my knees straighten out and I ease her back home.
reverse down into the narrow; dimly lit garage as I climb out, I can feel the heat radiating from the machine I built hot oil ticking as it finds its way back to the pan I stand and watch my car slowly disappear behind the garage door it is but another night survived for both of us.
imagine your single most favorite thing to do is extremely dangerous, illegal and selfish.