Speed and Sound

Narrow your eyes and smile: push the gas down and open the throttle. So many roads, laced with green and blue stripes. Everything straight and narrow, but the curves and the turns cannot stop moving on. High heels and motorcycle boots, dancing in fast gyrations around each other. If you move, I will move to make a counterstrike. You cannot outrun, outride, or outdrive what is not there. Black is standard: white is secondary. Water forms and falls, and we will never stop racing down the fastest roads. Cohesive thought is not necessary, and you don’t have to make sense over 90 mph. Swing through the overpass, I’ll follow from ahead. Nightlife is restrictive, and so are roads, so never think again until there are no roads to chase down and slay. Pass me by, and we’ll play together one of the most dangerous games I can think up on the spot. Exhaust heats our blood, boils our veins and makes us feel electric and alive, tight leather and loose hair make a good combination. Casual and suave, fast and loud, who cares? Give yourself a name, and sell it to the first person who asks. Live fast, for as long as you can keep up. Live slow, as long as you don’t fall behind. Live free, but remember: the road is life, and what goes past roads lives even longer.