The gas pedal begs for more and the brake reminds you the engine is still cold. Mars squares Saturn, the urge to begin clenched against the discipline that says measure first. Start too early and you burn out. Wait too long and the window is already shut. The price ran through years of feeling either too slow or too rushed, almost never at the right speed. Out of it came a driver who reads the engine before flooring it. Patience welded to power is a heavy mix, and a scarce one. Your own pace is yours now, the one neither the clock nor the ego gets to set for you.