Scribbles

You'd figure that living in NY would bring out the mean streak in people, but actually that's not true.  I think the only aspect of me that can be categorized as being “New York mean”, is having little patience and tolerance for people walking slowing on the sidewalks, especially when they're big enough to prevent others from passing, and they meander like grazing cows.  Hey, this is New York, time is money!

But I digress, this is about LA.  The last two days, reunited with my rocket Prelude, I've been utterly tearing up the road.  Driving in mild LA traffic, meaning being able to cruise around 70 mph but still be surrounded by cars on all sides, I've rediscovered the aggressive driver within.  Knowing all the sweet spots and abilities of my metal steed, yet not being able to unleash it in this urban jungle, simply makes a man go mad.  Trapped among the countless vehicles, I can sense the growl of the engine resonate with the intensifying beat of the blaring music.  The ennui accumulates as my muscles tense.  When can I just get away, out of this patch of road Lemmings?  Then the moment of rapture strikes; a few cars part for a brief opening, just a few seconds for escape.  Hit the clutch, down shift, grenade the pedal, throttle to 6000 rpm, and vroooommm.  I slingshot away from the herd as my music hits its crescendo, adrenaline peaking as ice cold confidence and boiling exhilaration erupt through my veins.

Then I reach the next bunch of mindless drivers…  Import the autobahn already!