Drive Till The Gas Tank Hits Empty

Zero. Ten. Twenty. Thirty
Wood and leather, grip’s tightenin’
Forty. Fifty. Sixty. Seventy.
Light streaking, wind’s blowin’
Eighty, Ninety, Hundr’d
Road signs blur, engine’s roarin’
Hundr’d Ten, Hundr’d Twenty. Hundr’d Thirty
Road narrows, steering wheel’s rattlin’
Hundr’d Forty
Thrill’s gone, maniac howlin’
Hundr’d Fifty
Inhibitions lost, ride’s slippin’
Hundr’d Sixty. Zero

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