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Running a fingertip across her sleek white body, I feel an exquisite silkiness, an undefined electricity that tempts my being, pulling me closer to understand it. I shiver visibly as my finger trails over her rear and then across her flat hard belly. I see my reflection as I look deep into her soul, such complexities, and I am frightened by what it is that she does to me. I am quite transformed when I am inside of her. I change into something that does not exist outside of her. So many times we have meshed, creating our own interval within which we generate a new being, a new existence.

Trembling I allow myself to enter and we begin our journey onto something that exists only as a part of us both. I can feel her power, the very root of the source where this power swirls up and out from. She growls, deeply and I sigh, "Lets go, I am impatient today". I reach out and touch her again and a resonating grumble leaps from her lips. A feral rhythm begins to evolve and I can feel it repeating deep within my chest. Soon I instinctively begin to respond with a passion that is on the verge of a desperate loss of control, we begin to push, accelerate, and then we are flying through the night. I can feel the speed in her body, shaking and trembling runs through my muscles and bones, as I push her into high gear, tires grasping tightly at the dusty ground, hurtling us into the undefined sea of darkness that is night for us in this interval. I look out and see others ahead, some moving faster others more slowly, forming a pattern that is not yet clear. I let the beat and rhythm integrate within me and I push harder. I feel the acceleration in my head, I lean back against the cushion and look ahead with half closed eyes and begin to search out the pattern. My body settles in and soon I am numb to all but her sounds and vibrations.

I see a break in the pattern to one side and I push through, wondering what the others feel as we roar past, putting distance down like forgotten moments, briefly perceived but soon dropped for the next living moment. I watch behind and ahead for any others who might be following, enticed by the speed. Nothing, no one notices our wild passion. Hours later, my body is gone and I feel only her under my hand and see only those shadows around me on the road. We are moving south and I can almost feel as if we are falling down, away from the north, away from the mountains, into the flatlands that lay ahead. Many of the others have stopped for the night, fallen asleep or stopped to catch a breath, I push on and wonder if the others still on the road are beginning to feel as I do, separate, alone, quiet. Over the past few hours a few cars have taken me on, keeping pace, or even accelerating past at some greater speed and on some higher plane.

I feel the impatience well up again, once it was merely quelled by the acceleration of our movements but now it asks for more. I see that we are 100 miles from the next town and I can feel its draw, I push harder, pushing time and ourselves to the edge. I pass someone, and then move over in front, sensing that I have slowed slightly and now ride at some distance in front of the other car. We top a rise and down we speed, and I notice that the other car has crossed over and engaged my pace. He moves in front and settles back into our lane. I lean my head back and through squinted eyes I watch his speed, measuring how he takes curves and overtakes slower moving cars. I accelerate, pushing her and I feel an urgent desperate need to overtake him, overcome his speed and tell him with our speed that we will not be dominated, not be beaten down. I feel a passion heat my face as I pass him, thinking that he may be looking over at this passing car wondering what lies within. Once past him I shoot on and then come over into his lane and ride at the engagement pace. I savor the feeling that I have, knowing that she and I have successfully passed him and pushed ourselves to a speed that would have frightened us before. We have made time our own in that interval and we had control over our own being. As I am enveloped in this thought, feeling her glide over the road, cutting sharply into the velvet darkness ahead a flash of light pierces out and I can see that he has moved over and begun to accelerate. I consider accelerating to directly confront him but I am already traveling at such speeds that I fear I might be forced to loose control. I know that this is his way to best me, as I did him, but I acknowledge that I can not match this pace and I let him go. I feel cold and dark within, I have lost control. I see him push on ahead and then move over into my lane, slowing to preserve the engagement we have developed. We approach a hill and he pushes hard to overtake it and widens the gap between us, I can feel the space widen and I react with a sense of desperate need, if I loose him then my speed will not be a measured thing, there will be little passion in my effort. I maintain the distance at some expense, he speeds to 80 at times, yet I will not let him go, I will not let the engagement end. During this time I begin to realize that it is not his participation in this engagement but rather my own feelings of inadequacies and lost ability to maintain my being as an individual without a relative framework predicated on external realities that make me feel the desperation. I see this pattern and feel relieved that I have seen the root of the desperation, a place that is within me and thus a place that I can enter and restructure Soon I grow tired of the exchange, I become numb again, he is too predictable, I know his pattern, so I speed past him and beyond. I notice him far back, speeding but I do not slow to play the game and I soon loose him into the background of all the others and I am alone again, quiet. I feel her slide over the miles, purring and strong.

Staring at the line, I loose myself into her hum but then am awoken suddenly by something shooting by, red and blurred. Instinctively we accelerate to match the red. I see that the car is far ahead but I push on, closing the gap. I come in closer and see him passing a huge semi-truck, then I too pass the truck, feeling the rumble of its engine shake us. He is far ahead again and seems to be going even faster. I push but he slips over a hill and soon is gone altogether. I sigh then look back to see that the truck is now behind me but keeping pace. Occasionally it moves into my lane to pass a car but remains for the most part in the other lane. We ride like this for miles, I can almost hear its engine growling behind us, a sort of scratchy feeling on the back of my neck, knowing that it is there and that it is pushing itself to maintain such a speed.

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Abruptly, ahead there are many more trucks and cars packed tight together, going slowly. Trucks seem to be riding on the tails of the cars, pushing them to move out of the way. Cars riding in the fast lane insist on riding slowly, their drivers half asleep at the wheel not seeing the dangerous situation mounting around them. I can feel the tension between the huge trucks as they close in and squeeze the slower cars, cooperating in a game of intimidation. I look back and can see my truck coming over into my lane, we are both unwilling to slow for this mess ahead but we both slow any way. I come up to the car ahead and see that it is the red car, also caught up in this tangle, pushing the car ahead, weaving in and out a bit hoping to see what is the cause of this squeeze. I look up at the truckers and see that they are giving a cold stare at a car several hundred yards up. My truck behind me moves in very close, contributing to the squeeze. I push hard too, nudging the red car to push harder still. Suddenly the red car breaks the rhythm of the tangle and shoots over in front of a truck in the slow lane freeing space in front of me. I speed in to close the gap and can see the slow car immediately in front of me. The red car moves on ahead and then cuts in front of the slow car in my lane while I creep in tight, my trucker creeping in tight after me. I look at the slow car and the driver sees that I am pushing him, invading his space, put the a deep red passion as filled my eyes, I resent the audacity that this car has too create this tangle, and to not even notice the energy building behind and around him. His impertinence irritates me such that I can not stand that he has any control over me and the rhythm of the pattern. I push in tighter. The trucker behind keeps pace and almost lends a sense of strength, I feel that we have to push this slow car over and not let him break our pattern that has existed for so many miles. The slow car begins to accelerate and I do the same. He accelerates again, I do the same. Soon the trucks in the slow lane who had been keeping pace see the change and drop back to let him over. Slowly and with much reluctance he moves over and I shoot past, the truck behind me screaming as it accelerates with me to pass this car.

We shudder as we are freed into the cool black night, away from the tangle and I can see it disappearing quietly, far behind. Now I ride alone with her, I caress the wheel and feel her smooth breathing as we slip silently on into the darkness, shooting on, falling down into the south and numbing out into a single line and hum.

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