The Language of Speed

As far as humans go getting a high these days has boiled down to alcohol,drugs or some hallucinogens that are sold on the neighbour streets. I wont be heavy or profound (its getting monotonous and lame) ...let me get to the point. I LIKE CARS.Its my ultimate high. Metal beings built for transportation having a motor and 4 locomotory entities called the wheels( preferably round in shape unless you live in a cave and are just discovering fire.) ,equipped with seating arrangement for the drivers glutial comfort. But just like all things natural even these machines have seen mutations ... these mutations spawned from an extreme and untamed thought of the human mind. They were tampered with... made bigger,stronger ...faster, made into beasts of power and speed. As the ages passed the slight hum of a gas engine turned to monstrous roars.

Why i like them?Because unlike us, each one is built with a purpose, to run its course and then have a respectful death. Most people dont respect them for they are viewed as inanimate objects made to serve. Connect with them.. you will understand. Each car has something to say.. all you have to do is hear...but not with your ears.

As mortals we dont control the physical limitations to our existence but with them you can change that. "GOD" didnt build us to touch the speed of sound... but the loop hole is he gave us a mind,thumbs, sense to build things. So we built , substituting weak legs with wheels touching 4000 rpm, skin and bones replaced by carbon fibre. You must feel as strong as the car you are in.... Lay your hands on the wheel to understand that you are the missing keg in works, the roar is not from the engine but from you. The machine is an extension of you, feel the slight electric surge down you spine, sense your inhibitions and you fears..lay your leg on the accelarator... and let it all go. Your machine will hear you ... and will react just the way you want it to. The language of speed is not difficult all you have to do.. is look your car in the eyes tell her what you want.She will deliver.

Hence i confess to a machine ...because in people i just dont trust.