The day was still, not a cloud in sight. The glowing sun lit the tumbling waves. The white foam smeared along the sandy beach. High above the ocean's front lie cliffs with grassy hilltops. A road wove through its tangled mess. There thoughts were bound and passion ran free.
             The young man gripped his steering wheel and held the throttle. He flew through Highway 5 in his '78 Camero. Squealing around every corner in his hot convertible, he let his long blond hair blow with the wind. As his heart beat fast, he was trapped in the excitement of the moment.
             He braked; his open expression went blank. The passion was gone as he slowed inches from the motor homes tail gate. The RV crept around each corner, passing turnout after turnout, seemingly unaware of the car behind. His face went sour as he mumbled curse words and thoughts of ill intention. The young man gave a slight honk, but only slight, just enough to give notice of his presence. He wanted to honk louder, but he was taught better. The man was out of patience as he came to small straight in the road. He turned the wheel left crossing the double yellow line. Just in view from the corner came a oncoming semi. He stepped on the gas feeling confident that he could make it. As he pulled by the RV's side, the motor home sped up too. The fiery red Camero roared up the hill; its eight cylinders of pure power revved and its 450 horses beat as it raced past the RV. The blond man pulled off quickly just missing getting smashed by the big rig, and nearly clipping the Motor home's front.
             The young man stuck out his hand just yearning to flip off the driver of the passed vehicle. He couldn't do it. Years of being nice were engraved in head. Thoughts of lessons taught by his mother and grandmother circled through his mind. As he stuck his hand back on the wheel he blurred out thoughts of anger. It was obvious he wanted to let it out, so he floo...