Sorta sounds like...

...something written by a 1950s-era Midwestern English professor in decline, I think:

He hit the last curve at 85 and it felt like making love to the highway, German-engineered suspension tenderly caressing the tarmac, licking the yellow line. And afterward, after it was finished, the road. sated, lay back straight and good for 300 miles to the bridge.

OK, serious decline.