what else is there to say when one comes home after driving 105+ mph in a GT3 up and down Highway 1? mucho thanks to the kindness and courtesy of the wonderful owner who, number one - let me drive, and number two - complimented me on my driving. i can now die a happy single girl. le sigh.
the sound of the engine.
the sound of the tires rubbing.
the sound of the engine whining as i floor it.
the sound of the road echoing through the car.
and what could be better than for him to tell me that i'd be good in a wrx sti. hee hee, i get Xtra giddy when someone mentions my secret crush.
no picture this time, all you'd see is the smear of lights around the windshield.
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