The Drivers’ Dance!

A quick glance in the auto back-up camera confirms that it's still there, the silver car, gliding through the dark streets behind me. And with every looming roundabout, we ski forwards on smooth cool rubber, skimming the curves elegantly.

At the red lights, the golden streetlamp spills over the car easing to a halt behind me. The driver is illuminated, hinting at the frame of a man, an arm propped casually against the steering wheel, with an outback-bike-rack fitted in his care.

When amber hits green, we both indicate, simultaneously choosing the left path, and swinging our metal hips that way.

Through urban straights and country twists, he follows, keeping a respectable distance, casually trailing my tracks in the rain. Our driving dance is intricate, mapping miles of uncovered ground, minutes and hours sailing by. I wonder if, like me, his destination is uncertain. If the beginning of his journey was like mine.

We travel like this for over an hour, equal speeds, equal minds. A two car camel train, perusing the deserts of a tarmac street.

And then we reach it.

The crossroads.

We indicate again, as one. But our amber glows repel like opposing magnets. His car nudges slightly to the left behind me, whilst mine inclines it's silver head to the right. I glance in the mirror a final time, before I gently apply pressure to the acceleration, tipping forward ready to move.

His hand raises from the steering wheel and in the dusky glow I see him wave farewell. I lower my eyes quickly, before hesitating, nodding to the mirror as I flash him the indication of my departure. We move off together, gliding apart, blinking into the night.
An automobile farewell. Afterall...we've come a long way together!