Damside looking down, a blur of red and white, its not surprising given those go-faster stripes. A machine not pliable to the human hand, somehow made softer by the other machine, the camera, that has blurred its movement. The car almost seems like a toy from above, the viewer can toy with the idea of impact that is provided by the concrete foreground. The road, less a pathway to possibilities and more of a surface on which a single glove can be lost and repeatedly run over. Reflections cause the driver to be anonymous, or maybe non-existent, like a toy.