Choosing the Ride

Once keys jingled, ignition and clutch growling with one open mouth. The ride is smoother now, no need to kickstart or throttle the brain. We let our bodies talk, through the gears. Hold my stick honey, while I change lanes looking for potholes. I fall asleep, when not fighting your curves. We all know that recharging, a Tesla is a peaceful way to die, let us speed past darlin, just as sexy as age will allow.