Driving by braille comes naturally after about the first 100 miles. Til then your sweatin' bullets.
My eyes closed and the hum of tread on the highway tells a story. The tick of a cracked engine block, steam from overheating and warm blood dripping down my back. If I keep my grip light on the wheel I can feel the edge of the shoulder creep under my tires. That feels right. Right there.
I'm a Knight . . . an I-70 Knight.
Takes a special kind of crazy to get behind the wheel of this war machine then slam the gas pedal down with a battering ram for a bumper. Ode to Saturday morning cartoons, MTV and love letters from cute girls who dreamed of a quiet home, dog, cat and 2 kids. It wasn't like one day we woke up and everything changed. Hold it steady. I'm almost home.
My eyes closed and the hum of tread on the highway tells a story. The tick of a cracked engine block, steam from overheating and warm blood dripping down my back. If I keep my grip light on the wheel I can feel the edge of the shoulder creep under my tires. That feels right. Right there.
I'm a Knight . . . an I-70 Knight.
Takes a special kind of crazy to get behind the wheel of this war machine then slam the gas pedal down with a battering ram for a bumper. Ode to Saturday morning cartoons, MTV and love letters from cute girls who dreamed of a quiet home, dog, cat and 2 kids. It wasn't like one day we woke up and everything changed. Hold it steady. I'm almost home.
You're never out of ammo . . . run 'em over.