driving

some day i want to drive the costco zamboni. you know, the big grey thing that cleans the floor?

not for work. because when you have to do something for work, it makes it lamer. i want to do it just because.

driving at night is a beautiful dance of moving lights, a kaleidoscope in white and red and amber...

an unheard symphony keeps time, each dancer turning, weaving. the car, a perfect follow, responds with exactness to his slightest whim.

a waltz of hondas and fords.