Open Road

There's something satisfying about an open road in front of you.  While running you watch the distance slowly drift toward you as that little voice says, "Go get it."  In a car your immediate surroundings blur past you as wind through an open window hits your face.

Man.  Machine.  Both burning.  Both limited (mostly) by what you are willing to take out of them. 

Both carying you toward the next horizon with unknown possibilities. 

Freedom.