Either side of you the full green of the fields, trees and hedgerows whiz by in a blur. You check the mirrors, there’s no one behind you, hasn’t been since you made the turn, and looking forward there’s nothing on the road ahead. You stretch your calf, the base of your heeled shoe pushing down further onto the gas pedal, and the blur of colors bleeds for more.

You relish the whooshing movement as the road dips and bends, and you work the accelerator to pull you through and out of each twist and bend, rushing the straight, braking late, really pushing at the edges.

It’s a wonderful rush, the trees and hedges racing up as you slow, then flying-by as you gun the accelerator, really feeling the energy mixed in with the music, thumping harder and louder:

I’ve seen everything imaginable
Pass before these eyes
I’ve had everything that’s tangible
Honey you’d be surprised

I’m a sexual innuendo
In this burned out paradise
If you turn me on to anything
You better turn me on tonight

Here I am
And you’re a Rocket Queen
I might be a little young
But Honey I ain’t naive

Here I am
And you’re a Rocket Queen, oh yeah
I might be too much
But honey, you’re a bit obscene

You know this road well, there’s a bend coming, a dip, a rise, and then a long straight. And if it’s wide open you’ll top eighty without any trouble, and long before the next bend.

You check the mirrors again, nothing, and as you reach the crest you see the open stretch, and with a rush of blood pumping in your heart, you stab the pedal to the floor, locking your arms out straight, and rushing the road with every scrap of horse power this little minx can deliver, feeling great!

The song shifts to a bridge, Axl’s voice now lamenting and begging:

I see you standin’
Standin’ on your own
It’s such a lonely place for you
For you to be

If you need a shoulder
Or if you need a friend
I’ll be here standing
Until the bitter end

Boom! The guitars kick in hard, you lay way back into the seat, one arm out stretched, elbow-locked, straight, holding the top of the wheel, your other arm relaxed, your forearm resting on your thigh, holding the wheel from underneath.

You raise your leg up high out of the foot well, your knee closer to level with your elbow, your foot pushed against the consul, your pose all rebel, full of defiance and from god knows where Axl finds another cog and sprocket to ratchet his rasping vocal up another gear, now a full on crescendo:

No one needs the sorrow
No one needs the pain
I hate to see you
Walking out there
Out in the rain

So don’t chastise me
Or think I, I mean you harm
Of those that take you
Leave you strung out
Much too far-ah