black chevrolet

Just humming, sitting pretty in the wind, marking time and traffic.  No cops, no signs, no  (holyshitwhatisthat.  It looks 50 feet tall from here and bright as hell.  That's no fume burner, that's got to be a real fire.  Should I pull over and call 911?  It's so dark and that flame is lighting up the whole Santa Clarita Valley, there's no way five people haven't reported it yet.) Back to the road and the headlights.  I wonder if that's a real fire.  I wonder.  But I don't really care.

*slam* where do you think you're going, just where, huh?  Ten-thirty.  Check your watch, get up, go, get out of here, get down on that throttle and up to speed.  There's the cops and signs! And railroad tracks, and taillights, and civilization!