Driving my Car

The seagull glides effortlessly across my horizon, catching the sun's last rays on its zenith spelling incredible spectres of colour against the vast blue ocean, flooding my car's interior with soft glow and warmth.

I feel just fine as the rich aroma of leather invades my senses, relaxing me with its soft cushions. The eight track player floods the ambiance with a soothing jazz song, inducing me in a sweet torpor.

I wake myself reluctantly as it is time to go, switch on the engine with barely a murmur. After all these years together, I still need to assure myself the engine is running by the tachometer. Gently engage first and she takes off smoothly, always reminding me of The Magic Carpet Ride.

With my fingers I softly caress her wooden rim, driving us through my favourite winding road; its luscious scenery always marvels me. The cat is poised, self assured as she takes me confidently with barely a roll into the sweeping apexes, disguising well her bulk.

Outside the wind rushes through, I barely notice it as the clock ticks. I downshift to third as a tighter curve looms, giving me an immense pleasure as she grips tightly to chosen cornering line, precise, as a surgeons scalpel and exits powerfully using her creamy torque. I feel the symbiosis with her, faithfully accepting my input without a complaint, warning me in advance of danger.

Dusk sets in, I reach across the dash and switch on the lights on the old fashioned toggle switches, a warm green glow irradiates from the chromed instruments, with the big five inches speedometer and rev counter staring at me, like an ancient fighter plane from another era, set in a wooden dashboard that wears with pride the patina of age.

An open stretch of road extends in front of us, I know she wants it and I cannot resist so I floor it, accelerating through the gears, her immense power never seeming to subside, gathering velocity without a fuss, a tremor or trepidation. A glance at the speedometer and I ease the obscene speed, as she seduces me with a slowed notion of speed.

The outside street lights reflect on the vast paintwork ahead of me, creating a myriad of ghostly shadows, enhancing her beautiful lines, commandeered by the leaping mascot, prowling the wind.

Cruising through the empty town streets, my eyes wander to her silhouette reflecting from the shops windows, admiring her feline, mesmerizing figure, like a beautiful yet deadly predator about to kill her prey.

Sadly our journey ends and as I switch off the engine I allow myself a moment of sheer lightness, my world becomes an enchanted place at her wheel.