Have you ever driven a stick shift car?
Do you remember the sound it makes when you accelerate, the way it moans underneath you
More speed, it demands, more fuel. The car is hungry, wanting
And you give and it takes
Pushing you back into the seat, and adrenaline accelerates through the roads of your veins.
Remember learning to drive?
And felling the power of the rocking, the shaking
The car bucking beneath you, eager to please
And you were at once sure that you held the power of this great beast,
Ready to unleash at the very twitch of your foot
The car told you what it craved and you listened.
Do you remember when it became a well learnt route
When the gear shift fit into your hand
The lines in your palm mapped the desire to go faster
Faster and you knew exactly how to swing around the curves
Cut through the mountains and
The car was an extension of your body
Gripping the pavement, rushing for the next horizon.
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