a boy and his car

there comes a time in every teenagers life, in which he looks himself in the mirror and says "I'm a man!" and truth be told, at that age, manliness is an un-reachable target [for most]. one of the things that helps get a teen to that point is a girl and ... a licence. a licence to kill, but instead of killing mortals, he'd be killing' concrete. yes, the feeling of wind in his hair, the ladies looking at him in a way that he would never get if he took his mountain bike to school, just makes you want to shout from a mountain top and scream your way to victory. with his wings he can do anything, he has no goal in life, he has no aspirations, just him and the holy concrete and the law, but even then its easy to be lawless. as soon he hears that engine spark and rumble, his heart races, he feels the energy he's about to exert and he gets ready, his heart beat gets in tune with the rumble and he switches his radio to Van Halen's "Panama" and its nothing but road from there. a boy and his car, a dynamic duo, an unbreakable [but crash able] alliance, a brotherhood, rivaled only by girls and dogs. truly a boy and his car ... god and man ... man and machine, bonds of creation live on!

"For I must be travelling on, now, cause theres too many places Ive got to see... cause I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you can not change."
Lynyrd Skynyrd › Freebird