A Sportscar day in Florida

I'm often asked by friends afar What was that bright and shining star That led me to this place of joy To truly savor this, my rather special toy. Was it the palm trees swaying in the breeze, The cheeky Pelicans skimming waves with ease, Florida's sun beaming brightly morn to dusk, No need of taking weather Gods to task. Miles of sand flanking the beach side road, Reflections of my sportscar sleek and broad, Cutting the air with startling grace A glorious rumble heralding its pace. Heads turning then blinded by the sheen, A glimpse of Its lustrous body powerful and lean, What better way to pass a perfect day So far from all that usual fray. Harmony and peace can come in many forms, No need to heed convention, stated norms, This passion shared by us the few, Underneath that sky of blinding blue.