I woke up with a feeling of getting on an endless drive. How I wish I had that Testarossa to drive along, and comb my hair against those wild side streaks when I park up on some hill overlooking a distant city. Those pop-up headlights guiding my way through the winding road.
Yes, the 80's 8-64'ish bit music Kavinsky soundtrack doesn't help either and add that click-clak of the gated shifter as you spiritedly depress and release that clutch pedal lusting for every gear change.
I just picture myself behind the wheel blazing past some naturally and artificially yet blurry background as I leave the city confines.