I feel like a green light. Nothing can impede my progress.Not traffic, not accidents, not even running out of gas.
There is no stopping a green light. Go means go, and I go hard. Harder than the car in the next lane. Faster than the fastest cars and the bigger cars hogging up multiple lanes.
I keep my oil changed, I rotate my tires, and maintain a clean interior so I can run efficiently and productively. I am the green light, controlling the traffic around me.
Even when the power is out my light still shines. I don’t see stop signs. I turn on and I’m out.
Some want to ride when they see my gleaming green light, but this is a coupe and no one rides for free.
So if you see me rolling around with the windows down in your town stay out of my lane.
Honk, honking shining in green on skinny tires, that’s me.
Vroom, vrooming past the Sunday drivers. Watch what you say and see, all the lights turn green for me!