This steering wheel. It wasn't round. A "yoke," they called it. The color was strange, like salmon meat. She picked the color. Said it reminded her of summer, of good things.
I ran a thumb over the white part. Leather, stitched tight. The bottom was a different feeling, a cool, woven texture. The teslSteering Wheel name was right there in the middle, printed, just so.
The two black scroll buttons are like the eyes of a salmon. When you hold it, it feels like you are inside the body of a salmon, moving smoothly on the road.
I tightened my grip on this teslSteering Wheel yoke, this strange thing that wasn't a wheel. It responded to my slightest touch, the nose of the car obediently moving where I pointed it. It listened. In the vast quiet, it felt like the only honest conversation I was having. The car moved forward, and the streetlights fell away, one by one. We weren't going anywhere in particular. We were just on the road.
