I'm BAAAACK!!!!

[todd95GT]

I'm back, all.

Surgery was a huge success but I'm still in a painful recovery. Can't drive for at least another 5 to 6 weeks and its already been 7 so you can imagine how I miss my Stang.

My old man has been starting her up two or three times a week for me and driving it a little to keep everything lubed. Anyway, I have taken this time to explore a passion of mine, poetry and writing. I have a site dedicated to my work, http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/todd , but wanted to share on e poem in particular with you here. It is called "Driven".

Her eight cylinders have fired to life and are eagerly awaiting my command
I reverse her from under the shade of the large tree and onto the freshly paved
roadway
The street is calling us-
It is anxious to feel her rubber extensions shredding themselves to oblivion on its sun warmed back
I am more than happy to oblige
I pull out with my right hand loosely wrapped around the polished shifter knob and with my left foot holding the clutch pedal to the floor
She's rolling ever so slowly, not even enough for the needle to register but I am listening
The aural stimulation,
instant gratification,
the sound,
the smell,
the rumble of the igniting sparks exiting through polished steel
The reflection of the green leaves and white clouds in her infinitely deep black finish
I continue to roll without the slightest hurry, like a runway model flaunting her sexy curves
And I decide it is time for her to scream,
to announce her presence to the asphalt,
to the world,
to my heart as I feel the dump of adrenaline flood my veins as I stand on the accelerator
I let out the clutch and ignite the rear hides,
smoke bellowing out from underneath her rear as she tattoos the ground with her signature black lines
I closely watch her heart rate as I feel mine rising in unison with hers
Four thousand,
five thousand,
six thousand,
I pull back on the shifter with all of my might as I kick the clutch pedal to the floor as if I'm trying to touch the black top
She acknowledges my movements with an audible chirp and a nervous twitch from her rear
I fight with her to keep her focused on our straight path and manage to meet a compromise
Four thousand,
five thousand,
I slam the shifter forward and kick that pedal once again, engaging her third gear and again I feel her rear tremor
I reach fourth gear a bit slower, and I look at the dials that monitor her pulse and see that it has greatly risen
But I relax my right foot and calm her down as we coast from speeds too fast to mention and too slow to say we've really tried to see how strong she is
I guide her back toward her shady point of rest and leave her for the day
I take one last look at her sexy curves and polished lines and tuck her under her cotton blanket until our next steamy rendezvous allows us to share another stimulating moment