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Jun. 28th, 2009 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
racergirl"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain." -- Lord Byron
Some of her girls had asked her before why she drove a convertible. Friction, drag, air movement... she'd be more efficient with a closed roof.
Suki didn't race for efficiency.
The wind tangled her hair, chapped her mouth, sliced through her lungs, and she punched her NOS to get her car clear of the bridge, yelled joy and freedom at the world when her wheels touched nothing but air.
Some of her girls had asked her before why she drove a convertible. Friction, drag, air movement... she'd be more efficient with a closed roof.
Suki didn't race for efficiency.
The wind tangled her hair, chapped her mouth, sliced through her lungs, and she punched her NOS to get her car clear of the bridge, yelled joy and freedom at the world when her wheels touched nothing but air.
