Keith was, yet again, restless. No surprise really, he felt such more often then not, and it drove him to be on the move frequently. One of his favored ways of being on the move was simply driving or the sake of driving. It lead to interesting things, he saw new features and towns, not to mention that moving along small streets usually lead to him finding a use for the badge that rested in his right pocket.<br/><br/>So with that thought in mind from the outset he went to his Viper GTS (http://www.bobsclassics.com/20v3.jpg), a vehicle he earned from pocketing the ten years of pay that he had no need or until he was pushed into a sort of early retirement. It was an older model, one he remembered seeing first in 2000 and couldn't help but buy when he returned to the states and needed a vehicle.<br/><br/>With his left hand resting on the red painted roof he slipped into the drivers seat (http://) with a contented sigh. Closing the door with his left hand he simultaneously turned turned the key with his right. It roared to life, the sound soothing as he knew he would soon be moving through traffic like they were standing still. He put the car into reverse and swung himself out of his driveway and into the quiet road, which he made significantly louder as he pushed the car from zero to thirty.<br/><br/>Driving onto the highway one handed he adjusted his sunglasses, so dark that you couldn't hope to see the icy blue eyes they shaded. With the windows down his short blond hair whipped wildly behind him in the cab of his bright red viper, the tight fitting white tee absent of the black seatbelt that by law was meant to be strapped atop of it while he cruised down the highway ten miles an hour faster then the traffic around him, slipping from one lane to another without ever having to touch his brakes.