In the wrong driver seat, and not as a passenger, on a rocky dirt road, at top speed looking to the jump becoming a concrete wall.
Trust becoming disaster, warning, warning, no pedals, control, steering…
An innocent voice continues mumbling lies and deceiving reality with the fast approaching concrete. I know, it’s ok, but.
The bridge, the crowd, under it all a black slab of steel and the impact thunders. Bracing as hard as I can I feel nothing but the pain of others, and nothing in me, yet.
Out of the car I see the damage, I see the transformation of the wreck into another type of motorless vehicle starting to drive… Strange enough I know there’s not physical pain in me.
I drive. Through a hole in the wood frame, I jump into the misaligned driver position and look down while I search for pedals, gears, steering. I see the dirt floor passing with the momentum the vehicle never lost and find them all, awkward, misplaced, plain, simple, yet functional.
Now a full length transport platform I start to move, back to the rocky dirt road, alone, again.

the MONSTRUKTOR