Vehicle Show Review, Outlaw Nitro Funny Car, S1 E2 (8/8/18)
The people on this show assume too much, naturally. Vision is often revamped but their motives in execution, their poetry in motion on which strength tests the limits of movement just from the very power of feeling assumed for drag-racing capabilities, and who’s to say their ego lays down the line on conduct and privilege with the metals, gears, and flaming torches? Another vibe as indicated on my TV screen resumes with its friction in sound as well as image taken for granted, taken for dead, and taken for something else by the hosts since all this talk and yap yap gets them worked up over someone who finds any kind of driving boring. How rude! Maybe I’m just thinking that driving itself can be a testifying energy against passion for the likes of silly guys behind the wheel, fingers licking the wheel upon the borders understood within light and exhaust natural to human cause. Not to mention they’re getting their hands worked out for what they’re worth. Enough happens between the lines flown around the bends under chit-chat for vision, aggression, and nasty beauty expressed on glee for boredom and rectification. Besides all that nonsense you’ll still find pretty things in the works where the strong men are for their handling and swiveling limbs as whereupon the steering wheel acts as symbol for more imagination, more visionary conduct taken behind the load and gears however sanity manages emotions into verified feelings along the drag-racing lines near the disinterred audience, whenever they are happy and however they’re sappy to rage. Often you’ll find cars working in competition as far as the eye can see into morality for the drivers who leave a kindle to attitude and find horror to visualized passings over the yellow brick road, is that right? I’m sure my sarcasm will lead us somewhere. And to top it all off, how a person turns in a vehicle depends on not just speed but the disparity of speed: wheel to hand, hand to wheel, eye to other eyes where beauty reigns on a short count for dragging and racing over the visionary path across the board into subtle madness I’m rectified for. Man, so many drivers are going to get their guts spilled on the pavement from the action and reaction of involuntary body congestion! Vehicles and automobiles could use a handle on privilege as sanity matters to foot and mind along the lines against incidents taken for blessings upon the very matter of heated temper. Perhaps I’m kind of crazy for thinking this stuff.
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