Click as the door handle springs open…
A slight squeak as the leather gives way as I snuggle in…
Roar… as the engine fires to life, the lights flicker on and the fuel gauge reads… full.
Quietly the car whispers, “Ready, set, GO!”
I shoot out the factory, cut hard to the right, then to the left, zoom past the guardhouse and out on the access road. I crawl along behind the traffic as I make my way to Highway 7… my hands itch… my feet get anxious… the accelerator just begging to be slammed down.
Then… with little objection… ZOOM!
Down the highway like a bat out of hell!!! The speedometer races forward with effortless ease as the little needle anxiously tries to keep up with my pure and unconditionally acceptance of anything less than 150 or bust. The cars whiz behind as the air rushes through my hair and those on the horizon seem to jerk forward as we catapult down the highway. Car’s closing in fast now as the speedometer races past 100. I’m running out of highway… will the little beast nestled under the hood a few feet in from of me deliver in time?
Caution or abandon? Reckless or responsible? What the hell… ;). I find fourth gear as I push the peddle flat against the floor and the beast suddenly becomes a lion. It roars with absolute contempt and rebels with a spit of the back tires as it lurches forward. 110…120…130…140…145…148… 150! 150 or bust!
She suddenly whines as I let the engine wind down and civility return to the car and the road. The road seems suddenly so quiet now… the cars moving along in such careful harmony. I can feel the rush ebbing as my heart rate slows and my fingers release their death grip clutch upon the steering wheel. It’s over… time to exit the highway… turn left, right and left again. Time to find a quiet spot on the verge and order some fried rice and beer.
For a moment it was all forgotten and for a minute it was fondly remembered…