Car sucks

Every other day I am in the car, three gear changes and I am out of the village. It's a small village, one road straight through, one parallel in back and three side roads to the left. That's it. I take the last one, a back road to the next village, and within a minute I am out among the fields and woods. Narrow tarmac roads crawl up and down easy hills, wind around farms. I gun the engine and shift up, push the car through a long curve, driving. The road tips down and wraps around an old shed, cows looking on with little interest - I am a thing moving through their world of grass and endless outside. A buzard sails overhead. And suddenly I realize that this is why I am going to the next village. The car hugs the blacktop, sucks it.