Turn the key
and hit the gas,
on a one way trip
over the hills
to your valley.
Gears grind
and crank the shaft.
My motor’s revved
and pistons pumping.
Engine’s redlined,
pedal’s to the floor
white-knuckled grip
glued to the wheel.
3000 revolutions a minute
sitting only six degrees
from dead tap center.
Crash and burn,
live or die,
only thing matters
is the ride.
