It never fails.

When it’s cold and freezing,
I sit and thumb the ignition key.

Daydreaming…

to feel that rumble,
cams whirring
exhaust popping

Massive torque, a twist away
Everything just fades to nothing.
That moment is singular.

Run through the gears, faster and faster.

The oncoming road is a blur.
Just like all the shit you left behind.