The way I see it, there is only so much room inside one’s head. The brain takes up most of it, and within that organ there is even less space. It is very necessary to decompress our stresses and frustrations. . . The more I allow myself to get lost in this act, the less room my problems will have.
A rush of excitement as the glass lowers, warm caress of the breeze tickles something deep inside. A smile starts in the stomach and giggles it’s way through the body.
Fingers curl and flex around the smooth circle as the rush of speed teases my form. Once soft locks whip and sting nose and neck as they dance within the wind.
Power pumps through my blood beneath the disco beat of headlights from behind. Radio belts a victorious melody while weaving amongst the others, not controlled by the lanes, as if acceleration taunts them all.
Fragrance of the gust invades my car, a hint of fresh asphalt, dusting of exhaust, and a big ol’ helping of 70mph. Quiet reflection beneath the concrete structure, deceiving calm of the lake below, pure power simply sleeps as we race above.
Magic flash of red draws a halt to speed demon’s path, crossing beneath it transform the competitor to a chug-a-lug that putters me all the way home. Glimpse of the girl in the mirror, teeth capture a lip sadly yet glint of excitement in her eyes, eager to drive again soon.
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