We Fly Off, Flying Free

 I love the way we speed down the highway, open fields on

both sides, the drivers are Knights charging big trucks and

overtaking them with aplomb as the Ladies look on - I love

the way you Knights leave the big trucks behind as we fly

down the road and I admire the confidence with which you

accelerate and overtake those who can’t compete and we

 

Sail on cruising happily, I adore the feeling speed gives of

being free - I love the highway dance, the elegance of the

drivers making way for each other and then saying thank

you with flashing hazards before chasing down the next

opponent and as they gallantly give way, you thank them

gracefully - while the dance keeps increasing in speed

 

I love to feel part of a quiet majority who gently pass big

trucks keeping their families safe - speeding on in strong

cars made fast by wonderful new technology - what fun

seeing your first opponent appearing ahead as he is held

up by more big trucks, it’s as if you and he are locked in a

duel - exciting to watch his progress as he changes lanes

 

I feel like a character in the animated movie “Cars”, I’m the

little Porsche and you are Lightning McQueen challenging

everyone, I delight in the feeling of camaraderie as Knights

team up against every car breaking your speed and then

overtaking carefully, joyfully, thanking them if they had the

grace to make way for your hungry beasts feeding on the

 

Tarmac flying by - and here we go again, a docile row of

three big cars passing a truck, bumping up and down on

our way - there goes your opponent and here we come

right on his tail; the world drab and gray outside, the sky

a bluish white, in my headphones the violins crescendo,

the noise confined as you drive in silence to concentrate

 

After your fixing the aircon - I’m sitting in a hurricane, legs

and feet freezing in the swirling wind inside - and again we

are caught up in a group of cars, slowing down waiting to

pounce - the dance begins again, we slow down as traffic

is waved down by men with flags, in single file we sedately

pass red markers, very decorous and neat, but as some

 

Have been flattened by passing cars, we follow suit, increase

speed - the car unstoppable like a locomotive - pushed and

pulled at the same time - the highway clear before us - then

we chase a truck slowing down: left, right, left we pass bowing

our thanks with flashing lights - the truck acknowledging our

greeting, then we are sandwiched between two trucks and

 

Wait to break free from this uncanny embrace and finally

the road splits into two lanes and we fly off, flying free…