A MAN AT THE
There's a man at the driving club -
he's reading a book, he's wearing a
suit. I do not know him, from ever.
Most people come here to drive. He
stays in place instead, and treats this
as a library lounge, a club with nothing
to do. The rest, they rent out these
expensive cars by the day, and go for
deep rides in the highlands. High up
and low down, they go where they go,
and go where they're told. Isn't that
what cars are about?