Man Thing?

 A turn of the key, brings a fearsome roar. 
Push the button, open garage door.
Smell of leather, look of new.
Paint all shiny, silver hue.
Radio on, music of old.
A middle age hippy, so I've been told.
Sunglasses on, looking cool as can be.
Start down the road, open vistas to see.
Sun on my face, warms my smile.
Cruising the highway, mile after mile.
Wind in my hair, what's left that is.
Beer turned soda, that's now my fizz.
Alone with my car, my Porsche and me.
Thoughts of nothing, mind set free.

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