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My uncle has a country place<br />That no one knows about.<br />He says it used to be a farm,<br />Before the motor law.<br />And on Sundays I elude the eyes,<br />And hop the Turbine Freight<br />To far outside the wire,<br />Where my white-haired uncle waits.<br /><br />Jump to the ground<br />As the turbo slows to cross the Borderline.<br />Run like the wind,<br />As excitement shivers up and down my spine.<br />Down in his barn,<br />My uncle preserved for me an old machine,<br />For fifty-odd years.<br />To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.<br /><br />I strip away the old debris<br />That hides a shining car.<br />A brilliant red Barchetta<br />From a better, vanished time.<br />I fire up the willing engine,<br />Responding with a roar.<br />Tires spitting gravel,<br />I commit my weekly crime...<br /><br />Wind -<br />In my hair -<br />Shifting and drifting -<br />Mechanical music -<br />Adrenaline surge...<br /><br />Well-weathered leather,<br />Hot metal and oil,<br />The scented country air.<br />Sunlight on chrome,<br />The blur of the landscape,<br />Every nerve aware.<br /><br />Suddenly ahead of me,<br />Across the mountainside,<br />A gleaming alloy air-car<br />Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.<br />I spin around with shrieking tires,<br />To run the deadly race,<br />Go screaming through the valley<br />As another joins the chase.<br /><br />Drive like the wind,<br />Straining the limits of machine and man.<br />Laughing out loud<br />With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.<br />At the one-lane bridge<br />I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.<br />Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside.

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My uncle has a country place<br />That no one knows about.<br />He says it used to be a farm,<br />Before the motor law.<br />And on Sundays I elude the eyes,<br />And hop the Turbine Freight<br />To far outside the wire,<br />Where my white-haired uncle waits.<br /><br />Jump to the ground<br />As the turbo slows to cross the Borderline.<br />Run like the wind,<br />As excitement shivers up and down my spine.<br />Down in his barn,<br />My uncle preserved for me an old machine,<br />For fifty-odd years.<br />To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.<br /><br />I strip away the old debris<br />That hides a shining car.<br />A brilliant red Barchetta<br />From a better, vanished time.<br />I fire up the willing engine,<br />Responding with a roar.<br />Tires spitting gravel,<br />I commit my weekly crime...<br /><br />Wind -<br />In my hair -<br />Shifting and drifting -<br />Mechanical music -<br />Adrenaline surge...<br /><br />Well-weathered leather,<br />Hot metal and oil,<br />The scented country air.<br />Sunlight on chrome,<br />The blur of the landscape,<br />Every nerve aware.<br /><br />Suddenly ahead of me,<br />Across the mountainside,<br />A gleaming alloy air-car<br />Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.<br />I spin around with shrieking tires,<br />To run the deadly race,<br />Go screaming through the valley<br />As another joins the chase.<br /><br />Drive like the wind,<br />Straining the limits of machine and man.<br />Laughing out loud<br />With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.<br />At the one-lane bridge<br />I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.<br />Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside.