The feeling of power (and now of being part of a very noble history)
when Driving a Mini is summed up in the lyrics of "Red Barchetta"
by the long standing Canadian "prog rock" band Rush
RUSH; RED BARRCETTA
MY UNCLE HAS A COUNTRY PLACE
THAT NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT
HE SAYS IT USED TO BE A FARM
BEFORE THE MOTOR LAWS
NOW SUNDAYS I ELUDE THE EYES
AND HOP THE TURBINE FREIGHT
TO FAR OUTSIDE THE WIRE
WHERE MY WHITE HAIR UNCLE WAITS
JUMP TO THE GROUND
AS THE TURBO SLOWS TO THE BORDERLINE
RUN LIKE THE WIND
AS EXCITEMENT SHIVERS
UP AND DOWN MY SPINE
DOWN IN THE BARN
MY UNCLE PRESERVED OR ME AN OLD MACHINE
FOR FIFTY ODD YEARS
TO KEEP IT AS NEW HAS BEEN HIS DEAREST DREAM
I STRIP AWAY THE OLD DEBRIS THAT HIDES THE
SHINNING CAR
A BRILLIANT RED BARCHETTA FROM A BETTER VANISHED TIME
FIRE UP THE WILLING ENGINES RESPONDING WITH A ROAR
TIRES SPITTING GRAVEL AS I COMMIT MY WEEKLY CRIME
WIND IN MY HAIR
SHIFTING AND DRIFTING
MECHANICAL MUSIC
ADRENALINE SURGE
WELL WEATHERED LEATHER
HOT METAL AND OIL
THE SCENT OF COUNTRY AIR
SUNLIGHT ON CHROME
THE BLUR OF THE LANDSCAPE
EVERY NERVE AWARE
solo
SUDDENLY AHEAD OF ME ACROSS HE MOUNTAINSIDE
A GLEAMING ALLOY AIR CAR SHOOTS TOWARDS ME TWO LANES WIDE
I SPIN AROUND WITH SHRIEKING TIRES TO RUN THE DEADLY RACE
GO SCREAMING THROUGH THE VALLEY AS ANOTHER JOINS THE CHASE
DRIVE LIKE THE WIND
STRAINING THE LIMITS OF MACHINE AND MAN
LAUGHING OUT LOUD
WITH FEAR AND HOPE
I'VE GOT A DESPERATE PLAN
AT THE ONE LANE BRIDGE
I LEAVE THE GIANTS STRANDED
AT THE RIVER SIDE
RACE BACK TO THE FARM
TO DREAM WITH MY UNCLE
AT THE FIRESIDE
