We weave through the mountains like a needle through fabric as we hit the road in a 1965 Ford GT40.

We don't know what to expect as we make the next deadly turn.  

Like an oak tree, the car breathes earth’s presence.

We hear the supercharger whine from the 5.0L Coyote V8 that rumbles like an earthquake as we bang gears.

Like the sun in the distance, 

the traction control light flickers on as we break the rear tires lose.

We see the powder blue interior with carbon fiber accents spread out like the snow-capped mountains in the distance. 

Like the wind splitting through tree branches, we speed down the valleys of the mountains.