No one knows the feeling I get
The wind blowing my hair
As I see the sun-kissed landscape
ahead of me.
I love the feeling—
my foot on the pedal,
my hands on the wheel,
my heart races.
I'm flying—
flying free.
Racing along
that flat, clear stretch of land—
there is nothing better.
I can drive away, leaving my problems in the dust
with nothing ahead of me
but speed.
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