Drive it Like You Stole It
No relation to pop culture.
Just my observation of the way many automobiles are driven in the D.C. area.
Stop signs are just a suggestion.
Red lights are a trivial annoyance keeping the driver from more important things in life.
Other drivers are an obstacle to pass at all costs.
The speed limit is a starting point for seeing how fast you can go.
Video games have replaced Drivers Ed as the primary means to teach driving skills.
Exacerbated by the petty frustrations of daily life.
Pumped up by the relentless media pounding , go fast, be excited, don’t settle for second best.
Pummeled by feelings of powerlessness, lack of control, and the constant feeling of not getting something you deserve.
Who are these freaks that are blocking my way?
Why do They get to drive that hot car? Why not me?
It cuts across all of those real and imaginary lines that are imposed across life.
All ages, genders, skin colors.
Only suckers obey. Don’t tread on Me!
The loud voices calling for Law And Order are aimed in the wrong direction.
Always external, always Them. I’m OK, it’s Them.
Behind the wheel I am free, except for Them.
And I just want to get where I am going. In one piece.
I fear Them, just because they do not seem to care what the outcome is as long as they win.
There is no respawn, no reset button. One life to last the whole game.
I have other plans.