Drive It Home (Dangerous Curves Ahead) Poem by Brian Hinckley

Feel the road below you,
churning hot rubber over cold pavement.

Gravel spewing behind you,
the miles dissolving rapidly away.

Drive it home and make your point,
the road twists and turns so make sure you're clear.

Riding this mighty stone serpent,
you are undefeatable.

Your fumes hang thick in the air,
marking your passing though you've gone.

Pistons thrusting like a hot lover,
pushing you to the limit.

Drive it home and make your case,
you know you want it so take it.

The road is your life,
the car is your soul.

Push faster and break through,
make time's flow seem stagnant.

Drive it home and let it stick,
you know you never stood a chance.