Deep in these Montana pines where snow plows don't dare venture, I press the button that makes her wild:

X Mode.

In X Mode, she is fierce.

She reads the earth beneath,

Each rut and groove and risen stone,

Claiming snow like it's her birthright,

With a grip that catapults me

Into our shared code of courage:

Me knowing when to hold back;

Her knowing when to unleash.

Through Tobacco Valley's shadows

And snow-softened forest,

My city-turned-savage Subaru

Making wilderness her b#8tch - er, uh - home.

Just us and the woods and

The knowing that comes

When you finally find your feet,

Even if they're made of wheels.

X Mode off now, forest fading—

But we carry that wild wisdom

All the way home,

Sheila leading the way like a BAWOSS.