Blurr drove along the road. He loved days like this. Nowhere to go, nothing to do, he could just drive around all day with the wind on his chassis. He loved the feel of the road beneath him. It was always there, just below the air that held him aloft and he could feel it as it both attracted him and repelled him.
He remembered once, when the war had first started, they had wanted him to become a flier. He had refused. Adamantly, and  eventually, they had backed down. He was a hovercar. Why would he want to fly? There wasn’t any point to it. The ground was there but it didn’t hold him back, why leave it behind? He could listen to Powerglide wax lyrical on the benefits of flying long after everyone else had got bored and left. It was meaningless to him.
‘Oh, the wind over and under you,’ Powerglide said. Yeah. And... Blurr had that already. It was under and over and all around, slipping in between the seams of his armour. The wind down here had more flavour than the wind up there as far as Blurr was concerned. Up in the sky the wind was always cold, down on the ground it didn’t have to be cold. It could be hot or cold or anything in between. It had variety. The same could be said of the terrain.
Up there it was turbulent or calm, down here every single mile was different. There was traffic and potholes and hills. Challenges! What was up there? Blue skies as far as the optic can see. Bor-ing. Here was better. ‘
When gravity lets you go,’ said Powerglide. Blurr didn’t want gravity to let him go. He liked gravity. He liked the fight against it. He liked the feel of it on his undercarriage trying to drag him down. No, Blurr had never wanted to fly. He knew that if the war had never come, he would never have left the ground. He was built to hug the earth. So on his free days he liked to drive and feel the wind caressing him as gravity tried  and failed to pull him down though sometimes he did wonder, if gravity released its hold on him, how fast could he go?

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