The Occasional Violation of Traffic Laws

Four wheels grab asphalt    
Hugging each corner like a long lost relative  
Pistons pumping in frantic sequence    
Pushing RPMs to redline  
White knuckle grip on the wheel    
Triple digit display on the dash  
Tunnel vision is blury  
Headlights melt into streaks    
Fast is never fast enough    
When daring Death to come out and play  
Toe the dangerous line  
Willing to lose control    
Call the Reaper on his bluff    
To feel alive, to feel something...