She roars at the press of a pedal,
Humming,
Vibrating beneath my hands,
Good Lord,
I love to drive.
This car,
this little zoomer Mazda,
is amazing.
Small and fast,
I feel untouchable,
Like the world is mine,
I can put my foot on the gas
And drive anywhere.
Nothing can stop me.
But then I get home.
Put her in park.
Turn off the engine.
And the magic is gone.
I'm not from L.A. anymore.
I'm now suburbia.
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