The
Automobile of My Life
Have you ever had a car that you would do anything for?
Meaning, you love that specific pile of metal like it is a person? Some people
would say that only crazy or lonely people could love a car like that. I
personally have not had that experience, yet. There is only one car that I do
believe this could happen with though. This specific automobile is the 2015
Chevy Corvette Stingray.
The 2015 Chevy Corvette Stingray is, in my eyes, a very
beautiful car. Along with its stunning beauty comes a 6.2L LT1 V8 engine (with
up to 460 horsepower and 465 lb.-ft. of torque), a choice of 7-speed manual or
8-speed paddle-shift automatic transmission, an aluminum space frame (providing
50-50 weight distribution), and can go from 0 mph to 60 mph in just 3.8
seconds. The aerodynamics of this masterpiece are simply, brilliant. If there
is one thing that I would love in a car, it is speed.
If only this car was one of my own. Someday this may be
possible, and I would be in love. I’m not even sure if love is the right word
for it. I am positive that it would be something stronger than love, if that is
even possible. Perhaps I am going a bit overboard when I describe the affection
I would have for the car. After all, this affection for the car only comes from
a dream I had.
In this dream, I owned a 2015 Chevy Corvette Stingray and
was driving it up the street. The day seemed like a normal day, but this
thought turned out to be false. There was a car that drove up next to me, a
Ferrari 458 to be exact. The driver and I made eye contact and, out of nowhere,
a rush of adrenaline came rushing through my body. We both knew what was to
come next on the one mile stretch. Patiently waiting for the light to turn
green, we revved our engines. The constant beautiful purring of the engines sounded
as if we were in the midst of a beautiful concert. Our hearts raced as the
light was slowly changing and then off we went.
A cloud of dust filled the air, as the other driver and I
constantly gave each other glares. We were finally free of the wait and the
excitement could be seen on both of our faces. Before I knew it, he came
slipping up past me. The only thing I could do was floor the pedal a bit more
into the floor, so that I could keep up in the changing the gears. After
constant shifts, I was right next to the other driver. A look of shock was in
his face as I nearly passed him. By the time this happens, we are nearly half
way up the road.
Inching
past each other, little by little, our cars were almost in sync. Looks of anxiety
in both of our faces, we saw a major turn was coming. This turn was the factor
that was to decide who would win and lose the race. This turn was the factor
that would end my dream with much needed fulfilment. This turn never happened
in my dream.
As I woke to turn my alarm off, all I could think about
was if I won the race or not. Was I able to pull away from that corner a
winner? Or was I the one who drove away in shame? Many times I tried to
recreate the dream, and many times I failed. If only I were able to recreate
the dream in actual life, that would be one of the greatest experiences in my
existence.
Many people would be shocked to find out that I had a
dream like this, even though I do not have a driver’s license. Yet, dreams like
this help to motivate me to make time to get my license. This dream will not be
very likely to happen, even if I were to get my license, but there would still
be hope for my dream to be achieved, one day.
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