Mimicked from daytime TeeV Roman toga movies this Pharaonic pose high in the seat, elbow protruding from the window, disdain in passing. A fixed look as if under the gaze of paparazzi..... The glory of the motoring chariot on these thoroughfares. This particular manifestation in a mid-range, neat and polished item. (Radio not necessarily blaring.)
The fixation with the motorcar will never be relinquished by democratic means.
Rear-view watching on the Freeway always gives an uneasy sense of the crazed chase, with yourself the quarry. Five or six lanes all the more so. Years of TV pursuit scenes — afoot, horseback, car….
Lingering cop or ambo siren miles after. Miles and streets afterward long in its wake, patterning the brain.
The sixes or eights when they're lowered ride not much more than an arm's length from the road. Big beefy lads usually hanging out, sometimes with a fag end that makes you look for the moment of flicking. Other times they merely rattle the cage. Often there's no music, the chap hanging out limply, trailing his arm for the air. Freedom, something; unfulfilled. Hunting. Good drivers usually, haring it only once on the straight.
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