As I am in the car driving my GTR I notice the surroundings begin to fade, the calm cool breeze that once was now begins to rage with fury as the sound of my inline 6 screams in comfortability. I look over to my left and realize I am alone in complete solitude. It now began to dawn upon me as I realized… I have a fucking fast car. In true delight i grinned anxiously releasing the clutch preparing the drive train for the final climax. I shifted to 5 and with ease the she moaned hard releasing her pressure out of her valve. I concurred in satisfaction she had done it, she successfully released her load into our environment without a care for fuck. I gently eased upon the throttle… and before I knew it she had taken refuge at the 1000 rpm mark soundly humming but eager to go again for the whole 5 yards.
I do not know why I wrote this or even why I thought of it in the first place but I had a good laugh in the process.
A smile is therapeutic