One hundred miles an hour but going now are,
Metal incarnation like a raving beast
Dripping chrome from its slender teeth
Power that has no need of demonstration
Purrs when awakened
Roars when angered
Rumbles when prowling
Silent when sleeping
Smooth as porcelain, cold as night
An impenetrable skin
Jagged underbelly
Soft leather that forms to my hand
Fumes burn my nose
Consuming fuel like a starved dog
Oil through the pistons
Rubber vanquished
Sweet air as it flies by
Away from what I know
Lifting the weights
The taste of ramped freedom
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