Dark Night Speeding

Nighttime, early morning on the freeway, I feel the need for speed, check the mirrors little traffic, no cops not even truckers. Floor it to 120. It's only a Chevy Malibu. For a moment I’m a teenager again, whooping and hollering, no fear of death, no warning lights in my freewheeling mind. Then, not too soon, the brick wall of my reality slams into a free-fall joy. Fool! Back to my old sensory overloaded state, ease the heavy foot, panting like I just ran a mile, Scanning the road - now driving much too slow.