150 kmph

I think it is only the young who are romantically affected by speed, songs, and their various associations.

Only when you are still young, you feel the adrenaline rush when your car eats up the miles, and you are part of the little world that is listening to the same song, watching the same lights flash past.

Only when you are still young and rushing along in a car, you feel that you are rushing towards all that is still unachieved, all that is still desired, all that is still to come, to be, to touch your life and to shape it.

Only when you are still young, you can be Don Quixote in a car, and it is only the next day that you recognise all the windmills. Power, Glory and the cool version of Happiness.

Yo!