Man and Machine
Things around here have been pretty hectic and I think Sara and I are both getting a little frazzled (not with each other so far as I know). Most people would go on vacation during these times, but it takes money to relax so mostly we just sit around the house. Me, I decided to stretch my legs a little and go meet my folks at my Grandmother's house. Bonus points for it being my Mother's birthday. I like bonus points. Sara's going to stay home and relax so I have the drive to myself.
There are few things I like more than long drives. Take an arm load of REM cassettes and add asphalt. No work, no talking, no hassles, just peace quiet and the open road. Time to stretch my legs. Time to expand my consciousness. Time to leave behind a sedentary eighty beats a minute and embrace seventy miles an hour at three thousand revolutions per minute. Air, fuel, and four rubber soled shoes on hot pavement. Giving up body temperature and embrasing engine temperature. The Saturn's four chambered heart replaces my own. Wind to breathe, wind to hold me down, wind to keep me cool. I miss the Fairlane, when I join with the Fairlane the Fairlane joins with me, she is as excited about touch, smell, and sight as I am about, lift, drift, and horsepower. The Saturn is a completely neutral entity, it yields to me and that is all, the excitement is tempered by loneliness as I have nothing to share my excitement with. Miles, hours, miles per hour, a blur of solid yellow line and dashed white ones. My stress can't come with me as there is no room left for those things.
I arrive refreshed of spirit, if fatigued in body. I know I will sleep well upon my return. I have a terrific visit, yet all the while I feel excitement at the comming departure when I make the return three hour run back home. When I die, just place my ashes in the ash tray of the Fairlane and weld it shut, my body and my spirit are one.
