Flash remembered the first time he got his car.
The stunned excitement of having such an amazing vehicle at his fingertips took days to fade away. But—once it did—it was replaced with an anxious cloud of fear and trepidation. What if he wrecked it? What if he killed himself while making a wrong turn? What if he destroyed the one single gift that brought his parents together?
And yet—as one day followed the other, and he grew more and more accustomed to driving that car around town—he found that it was easier than riding a bike. In fact, dwelling on the fears that he had was enough of a distraction to keep him from fouling up the simplest of mechanical actions. That's when he grew a new obsession with music, utilizing the sound system of the car to its full potential. He listened to countless albums, tracks, and remixes while riding that car around. His thoughts were a second form of fuel to that vehicle, and he made sure to fill the tank every day.
And the biggest thought that occupied Flash's mind was McCracken Trail... and the unknown lengths of asphalt that lay beyond the point of no return. So many times—and on so many setting suns like this one—he would drive up to the very crest of the hill and just park his vehicle there. Wondering. Pondering.
When he would find the strength to leave that town.
The very thought made him anxious. So... taking a page out of history... he dwelled on something else instead. A tune in his head... the memories of childhood... a smiling lavender face with violet eyes—cool as the edge of night.
And before Flash knew it... he sank through the layers of contemplation to discover that he was floating comfortably beneath it all, carried aloft by the winds.
He looked down and saw rows upon rows of gold-thatched rooftops drifting beneath him: cute horse homes built for a cute horse world.
He looked up... and nearly saw his reflection in Derpy Hooves' beaming teeth.
"You're doing it, Bard!" she cheered, all giggles. "You're doing it!"
"Hmmmmm..." Flash smirked to himself. "J. M. Barrie was a moron. I like Spielberg's version better."
"Huh?"
"Never mind." Flash slicked his windblown mane back. "Smooth as silk, eh—WHOAH!" He lost traction, falling five feet before his wings caught him.
"Hah hah hah hah!" Derpy laughed.
"Eheheheh..." Flash wheezed, angling himself even to the burning horizon. "Just a horse on a bike. See?" He gulped. "Easy as pie."
"I have to admit. I was kinda hoping to have those muffins."
"Pfffft... they're all yours, Miss Hooves."
She gasped as if the world was suddenly made of gold. "Really?!?!"
"Yeah. Besides..." Flash smirked, angling his wings like a prairie falcon's. "...I'm a bit hungry for something else right now..."