Hard on the gas by Janet S Wong. My grandfather taught himself to drive rough, the way he learned to live. Push the pedal, hard on the gas, rush up to 50, coast a bit, rush, rest, rush, rest. When you clutch the bar above your right shoulder, he shoots you a look that asks, Who said the ride would be smooth? Rough, coast, and clutch are highlighted words. What emotions did you experience while reading this poem? Explain your answer.