Vrooom, bend the wheel , nothing can stop me. I am one in the Alps, the curves are like a woman's breast to me. Soft, smooth and dream like. I worship and flash in and out of tunnels until its time to cross the boarder. Vroom. Road sign have no meaning to me but go and make other cars look like they are going backwards. Vroom, time to park in a small village and have fizzy water and feel the bubbles to recall the past.