Reminds me of driving in the city at 3:00 AM on a hot murky summer night. Deserted streets, plumes of steam rising from the manholes, going uptown like a bat out of hell on 3rd Ave.
Love the opening on this one... watching the ships come into the harbor at dusk. They look like they're floating as sea and sky merge.
Back in my "gonna live forever" days, we'd easily hit 70 on a deserted avenue.
My friends were cops and had an old VW there were restoring. With a Porsche engine. Even with 6 crammed into it, we'd fly up 3rd. It couldn't beat a 'vette, but it was great at keeping up with one.
“The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words." --Philip K. Dick