Pretty Paragraph

I never finished this story, but I so loved this paragraph...

The sun seemed to pour sweat from its long beams of light as it followed the snarling sea of cars that crept through the city. Speedometer needles sporadically leapt to 80 and crawled back down to 10. Doors were locked and windows rolled up, despite the heat. Businessmen glanced nervously at the buildings looming along the edge of the curb. They buildings themselves didn’t seem particularly intimidating. Three to four story brick buildings with neatly lettered signs declaring various businesses: mortgages, money exchange, construction contracting, and bottled water. Yet unlike the rest of the neat brick buildings, no one went in or out of these. People who had to pass on the sidewalk went by without looking.