Your car is a lot nicer than mine, but I won’t be deterred. I shoot you a sideways glance to let you know I’m serious; I twist my sweaty palms around the steering wheel.
Facing forward I look up at the red beacon with anticipation. A countdown has started off to the side over the sidewalk. My leg is tensed, foot is hovering and I am ready to put that pedal to the metal.
Three, two, one.
I am off like speed racer, and as I look for you in my rear-view mirror, I see your fancy car take a left.
Great stuff.
Thank you 🙂