Um motor faz toda a diferença...

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car.
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time
I fire up the willing engine,
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime...

Wind-
In my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Mechanical music-
Adrenalin surge...