A friend took one look at this car, and said, “man, that car looks damn violent.” I could describe how awesome this car is, with 100% exclusive and original parts, pulling horsepower figures that would destroy dynos, and other miscellaneous factual details about the car. But that is not fun. Instead, I shall elaborate on this car’s daily routine.
Anyway, my friend hit the nail on the head with that earlier comment. I can think of no better word to describe this car.
Violent.
Usually, this car sleeps peacefully at home. But when it does get driven, this car promptly wakes up, spits in the face of physics, beats physics up, then goes about moving the earth six times faster every time the right pedal is depressed.
Aside from moving the earth, this car also gets hungry when it is awake. When it does, its diet varies from most Japanese makes to the occasional supercar that may come its way. With numerous wings and venomous carnards slating its widened body, this car’s violent tendencies also tend towards young children as well.
The interior is pure business. Stripped to bare essentials, featuring race-style sequential start-up, and dials that register all the vital signs of the car kept neatly where the stereo should be. Hard. Core. The dials also register number of children eaten and number of old women scared.
One thing is for sure – if I see this car coming up in the rear view mirror,
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I run, scared.
- Brendan
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totally did!