Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
When Obi-Wan fought with a lightsaber, it became an extension of his own arm, perhaps of his own soul. Right now, the feeling of the stick shift in his hand was no different. Before getting in the car, he had no desire to fly like the wind, and once he exited it wold surely slip his mind. But right now, all he craved was speed. More and more, faster and faster. The engine grinded beneath the force of his will.
It was possible this was the closest thing to sex he'd had in years, as well. He laughed at himself. It rang through the car, just above the roar of the motor.
Perhaps the Force was guiding him even now, as he turned a sharp corner.
...And came nose-to-nose with an enormous space ship.