When I close my eyes,
I can envision our first meeting
I can feel myself sitting in the driver seat, my throne;
“I am the ruler of this machine,”
I tell myself.
The engine revs under the command of my foot on the pedal,
as the car is still in neutral.
The sound is guttural.
Under the metallic yellow carbon-fibre hood is
waiting to be unleashed; for now,
I have it under control.
There is a long, freshly-paved track before me.
The white line separating the two lanes means
to me; today, this is my road.
The trees that line both edges of this road
are huge and towering,
still wet with the rain
that fell only a few hours ago.
The sun hides feverishly behind these upright giants; sequoias,
I press a single button,
and the top effortlessly folds
and nestles itself in its compartment near the rear of the vehicle.
reveals itself over me. It is blank
Not a cloud in sight, just
I can now feel the breeze:
humid, but cool; gusty,
as it should be.
I let my hair bounce about, not bothering
to sweep my frivolous front bangs off my face.
I pull the clutch
and put the car in drive.
My adrenaline is rushing.
I put my foot down on the pedal and accelerate.
The pick-up is like no other machine on four wheels
I’ve ever had the privilege to drive.
I am pushed back into the seat,
and I climb to 100 km/h in under four seconds.
It’s just me and pure speed
on this road.