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My Uncle Has A Country Place**lf**that No One Knows About.**lf**he Says It Used To Be A Farm,**lf**before The Motor Law.**lf**and On Sundays I Elude The Eyes,**lf**and Hop The Turbine Freight**lf**to Far Outside The Wire,**lf**where My White-Haired Uncle Waits.**lf****lf**jump To The Ground**lf**as The Turbo Slows To Cross The Borderline.**lf**run Like The Wind,**lf**as Excitement Shivers Up And Down My Spine.**lf**down In His Barn,**lf**my Uncle Preserved For Me An Old Machine,**lf**for Fifty-Odd Years.**lf**to Keep It As New Has Been His Dearest Dream.**lf****lf**i Strip Away The Old Debris**lf**that Hides A Shining Car.**lf**a Brilliant Red Barchetta**lf**from A Better, Vanished Time.**lf**i Fire Up The Willing Engine,**lf**responding With A Roar.**lf**tires Spitting Gravel,**lf**i Commit My Weekly Crime...**lf****lf**wind-**lf**in My Hair-**lf**shifting And Drifting-**lf**mechanical Music-**lf**adrenalin Surge...**lf****lf**well-Weathered Leather,**lf**hot Metal And Oil,**lf**the Scented Country Air.**lf**sunlight On Chrome,**lf**the Blur Of The Landscape,**lf**every Nerve Aware.**lf****lf**suddenly Ahead Of Me,**lf**across The Mountainside,**lf**a Gleaming Alloy Air-Car**lf**shoots Towards Me, Two Lanes Wide.**lf**i Spin Around With Shrieking Tires,**lf**to Run The Deadly Race,**lf**go Screaming Through The Valley**lf**as Another Joins The Chase.**lf****lf**drive Like The Wind,**lf**straining The Limits Of Machine And Man.**lf**laughing Out Loud**lf**with Fear And Hope, I&ampapos;ve Got A Desperate Plan.**lf**at The One-Lane Bridge**lf**i Leave The Giants Stranded At The Riverside.**lf**race Back To The Farm, To Dream With My Uncle At The Fireside