I am from the miles and miles of clouds and open skies,

the smell of almonds and green tea filling my nose.

I am alone on this part of the journey, but a familiar voice comes over the intercom telling me to strap in.

I am from the unknown streets and hidden trails,

discovery bouncing in my mind

replacing mundane scents with dashi, rice and kimchi.

I am from the peaks and valleys of snow capped mountains,

surfing on a board.

I am from the back country, as well as the city.

I am from the 2 AM lights reflecting off the glass walls of high rises,

wandering miles, block by block,

I am from the experience.

I am from the spooling turbo anxiously waiting the sputter.

That turbo lost me my license.

I am from the JDM, as well as the Euro.

I am from the mountain tops.

I am from first gear to third gear in 6.1 seconds.

I am from adventure and contingency.