— The Driver
60. 80. 95. Fast enough? Never. The grip of the wheel, the rush of the pedal touching the base of the car. I’ve been doing this longer than any of these little kids. They don’t understand the sacrifices we’ve had to make over the years, the people we’ve had to leave behind, the pain we’ve had to endure. They think this is how it’s always been.
I remember when nothing worked, when everything was broken, and my ride was the only thing I could count on. People deserted me, my home washed away in a flash flood, and I had to watch in the rearview mirror as I sped away in an effort to leave with my life intact. No, child. There’s never fast enough. There’s only how much faster can we go.