rediscovering

i used to drive like a nutbag
i used to be unafraid of anything
except when i had passengers in my car

i used to speed and my hands would be dry
i used to corner at 100 kph on my favourite flyover that hung 3 stories above the ground
i used to squeeze through spaces that just fit with an inch to spare on each side

i didn't use to have a soul
i sold it without a care cos i didn't have one
how can u sell a soul you don't have?

then slowly i drove like a normal human being
with fears and sweaty palms in close calls
i cornered at the prescribed 40 kph on all corners

and now...
my obligations keep me in place...

speed is not about how fast you go
its about a mindset
its about fear
or the lack of it

its about being able to see the drive very technically
of feeling the glide on the car
feeling the car
of knowing ur car is at its limits,
or not
its not about, watch me fly
its about skid coming, brake
its about brake point in x meters, accelerate

its not about fancy footwork on the pedals
or nifty gear shits on the stick
its about the feel

but strangely,
i prefer to have the sweaty palms
it tells me i might have a soul

my hands are dry again though