The road

I love the road. "Hit the road, Jack", that's my song.

When I was younger I did fast cars: Cooper-S handbrake turns. Lost control and rolled the Capri at Brands Open Day, invalidated my insurance. Had to use the ex-wife's Escort for six months till my sales bonus came through.

Drive sedate now, climate and cruise control, automatic, never in a hurry. Nothing to go home for, just the road.

What did he just say? Oh, yeah, "Hold on, fella," he said through Perspex over the sound of cutting saws.

I remember now, I ran out of road.