I wake up early in the morning just when the moon starts to fade away and the red sunlight hits the skies. I go downstairs still in my pyjama shirt that barelly covers my butt. Cold ground floor freezes my feets as I enter the kitchen to fix myself a nice cup of plain black coffee. Then, with the mist coming out of my hot cup I go outside and take a deep breath of cold morning air. It feels good. It feels right.
After a minute or two, I sip a bit of coffee waiting for it to get cold. The sun has painted skies in red already. I put my coffee near the door and with bare feet go near the garage. Press a button, garage doors starts to open slowly like it would be some shot from a movie. The squeaky noise of the door waked up a neighbours dog. I stand here, in front of garage, impatiently waiting for the door to finally open. But something about the moment when first I see the deep red bruised bumper hits me and I feel happy already. Enjoying every second of it, like it was some kind of show, the doors are finally open and there you see..
Proudly standing in the middle of the double car garage, with angry eyes and a big sticker on the front window that says "Bitch, don't touch my bimmer", which always makes me laugh, the beauty - E30. Deep red, almost burgundy wine color covered monster. V8 turbo power, r18, roll cage, so low, it almost kisses the ground. Near E30 there's a pile of used tyres with wires going out of them, car, itself, has couple of scratches on the sides too.
The red monster keeps looking at me wanting to be driven, pleasing for attention. I take the keys off the wall and open the car. The mixed smell of leather and coffee hits my nose as I take a seat. Dark leather covered seats in the back with some cracks on it, two bucket seats in the front, panel only had indicators and sound system. I push the key into ignition and start the car.
The raw, angry sounds comes out and makes everything even more excited. The neighbours dog starts to bark and wake up his masters. I slowly ride out of the garage, turn left and then put the pedal to the metal. Tyres starts to yelp and soon burning rubber smell gets in through the open windows. Animal-ish sounds are now almost screaming out of the engine, the smell gets stronger as I turn sideways on a nice one sided road. I accelerate and shift into a gear with room to rev, push into the clutch, turning wheel to the left as if I was going to run around, then pushing the gas, I let out the clutch and start to steer the car with less throttle. After awhile I straighten up and ride calmly for a while, then go back to the garage letting my monster to sleep...
DREAMERS NEVER DIE.
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