He got in the car.
Something inside the car got him going, the motor turning. He backed up out of the drive way and sped down the dark street, feeling the wind rushing over his hood and through his open sunroof. Green light reflected in the asphalt and he sped more, pushing and pulling himself around curves and over hills. At the red light he stopped and hummed lightly, some monotonous tune. Green again, he lurched forward and hummed higher and higher until he was back to speed again. He saw another car coming up from behind, its headlamps bright against his rear windshield. It was very close now, and from somewhere within him an angry human finger was raised out his sunroof. The other car backed off.