A Ferrari passes me as I'm walking home, and I'm like whoa! A streak of red, riding on four aluminum wheels, flashes past. One day I'm going to own that I say to myself, wondering if that one day will ever come. I, as many other young guys out there, love cars. To me, a car, especially a sweet one, is more than just another piece of plastic. Beneath its carbon fiber body, inside its engine, is a heart just the same.
I imagine myself behind the wheel clutching in and dropping the pedal, all of its 400+ horses screaming for more and its awesome. Engine revs showing power, and intimidating every other hoopdie on the street. The girls glance at me, and giggle. I love it. Behind the wheel of this car I feel power, I feel authority, I feel....ALIVE! Can life get any better ?..... Then I come back down to earth as I choke on the dust kicked up by all 400 of those horses. But in my heart I determine to be the one behind the wheel the next time a Ferrari is seen. - jwjR94
