Driving along misty lanes after the rain, a memory of
adventure, scared 1st-year student in platform shoes
enjoying the feeling of rural peacefulness, until nearly
missing my turn into the broad city street
Fast Peugeot doing 85 kmH in the lead, I give chase,
imitating him overtaking on the left; fun, accelerating
to the robot and passing the yellow light just in time,
then Peugeot & I held up by an obstacle, a sedate
Large Estate car, dark forebodings well up in me and
I’m right, my stately beloved driving in the middle of
the street allowing no space for overtaking on the left
nor the right; being a forbidding obstacle I overtake
Him when swerving into the right lane before turning
into the street where I have to turn left – crossing the
road in a fast manoeuvre, lost sight of the estate car
to my relief, no repercussions today - I LOVE racing
It’s a sin I indulge in freely, loving every minute of it -
I’ll give up all else; but racing is the best fun there is!
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