I head out of the underground via our access road and turn left, out of the city with the intention of hitting the cliff roads to let this baby roar. We live on the outskirts and are fortunate enough to be a short drive from one of the most scenic and windy roads that heads into a beautiful part of our country and eventually stops at the sea. The river which runs past our home starts as a tiny trickle and somehow manages to size up and merge seamlessly to the vast world out there and it has always fascinated me. That something so small can start that way and yet become a formidable force to take on the vastness of nature.
The car feels heavy to steer and I scrunch my face up at its lack of sensitive response, wondering what the hell he’s been doing to this. It’s sluggish, and not exactly what you expect from a multimillion dollar car that happens to be a limited edition. I can’t remember thinking it felt this awful to drive when I tried it out before, and I check the gauges for any warning lights and see none. In fact, nothing is lit up at all, not even the dials. He must have a fuse out and he’s neglected it to this point. i***t. I guess seeing his mistress was a priority over maintaining his pride and joy, or his marriage.