That moment, when you catch a glance in their review mirror. Then a longer look. And you both set off from the lights with that smile. You know the one. Him a little faster to see if you want to keep up. Can keep up. A flirty drive. Passing and being passed. Feeling the bite as you accelerate up through the gears. Sitting on such power and guiding it with your hands. Windows open, hair tugging and being whipped but you don’t care. And you won’t care when you stop and it’s a tangled mess.