| | 15849 | | Pretty much all I have in this life is my car. Dark green, sleek body coupe body, several hundred horsepower. My favorite thing to do is speed runs, timed blasts between points thousands of miles away. Down the west coast in 15 hours, Chicago to LA in 25. Straight Cannonballing. Feeling the strong, beating heart of a thoroughbred roaring through the high desert in Utah, blasting across the open plains or thundering through the empty low lands outside LA. I've never felt a connection with a human as strong as I have with this machine. It was built to travel great distances at high speed and I was built to drive it. This is what love is and I could die happy at any moment. | | | | |
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