Speeding

110 around the s-bend, he is speeding, no one knows what the rush is, except he who controls the car. Is he desperately trying to escape or is he urgently trying to obtain something? Is it both? Is it none? Is it the fact his adrenal glands respond to the thrill? Or is it more? Is it something in the road? the tires? the engine? the centripetal force? The fast ones die, they say, are you staring at one that has no fear of death?
He speeds to obtain a certain level of concentration, where only the car and the road in front of him are of existence. If he fails to do so is mind will overtake him and consume him with worrying and crippling thoughts. He speeds to escape from life, he speeds to live. The freedom ends, when he renters the city…