I feel the breeze that you pull with you sway my body, I know you're passing me but I can't help but feel your beauty and grace putting distance between our bumpers. I wish I were riding in you, feeling every inch of your interior. Trees speed by, blurred by our difference, I can't catch you. You are within reach then out of reach, then within again and again. I feel my engine beginning to erupt my life fluid and turning over and over again about to blow. Just when I think you are out of reach you back into me and I'm done, out of the race. I swerve, slide and spin to the side of the road spitting dirt everywhere. Now I lay there, rig