Foot to the pedal, and the engine catches on the first crank, heat running clean through the block. Mars, the muscle in you that decides and moves without dithering, holds a smooth trine to your Part of Fortune, the spot your chart builds from Ascendant, Sun, and Moon by sect, where your life comes together with the least fuss. The drive is woven into that place already. Action shows up warm and unbraked, the body knowing its next step before the mind has the question. Other people wind themselves tight just to start. You go, and the going puts you exactly where you fit. No reward waits at the finish line. The spark and the easy ground were one current the whole time.