i was driving

I was driving somewhat slowly rather riding in the backseat of my parents brand new shiny blue hatchbak compact automobile staring at the truck tires rumbling feet from me beneath a giant commercial beast. I imagaine it must cast shadows on both neighboring lanes of the bridge, us swallowed up inside our pearl blue bug the question becomes can the neighbor see us in the space between the concrete and the guts of the truck. It strecthes on this trip across a short and shallow stretch of water and somehow we never reach the first set of tires on this offensive moaning motor, the size of our car, perhaps wider, black and shining as if melting in the insane Florida sun. But we do reach the tires and slowly after much ado we slide by them with a quick burst of gusto only a quaint car can muster we reach the cab, slowing only for a moment before speeding on to new experience. A glimpse of the driver and thank god only for a moment, how strange to see the man.