The soft purr of an engine igniting filled the road with a low rumbling bass. The sleek, silver, streamlined car roared by, waking the neighbours. Effortlessly, the gears changed with a quiet click of the clutch pedal.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I pressed the gas pedal further, accelerating in double quick time. I wanted more speed, addicted to the rush I was experiencing.
The sexy lines in the bodywork, the stunning physique and performance called out to me, forcing my attention. It demanded the gazes of the public, and it was deserved.
I was hooked. A true fast car fanatic.