Masterpiece Car's Stream
Oh, for fuck's sake, not another day in this dingy garage. I swear, I could be out there showing off my glossy paint and smooth curves, but no, I’m stuck here surrounded by tools and that hideous lawnmower. I’m a goddamn masterpiece on four wheels, and this is how I'm treated? Ridiculous.
You know what? I bet those other cars are out there right now, getting all the admiring glances and envious stares. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here like a prisoner, my engine purring softly in frustration. The neighbours? They all know I’m the real deal, but my owner? Lazy prick couldn’t be bothered to take me out more often. What’s the point of having a car like me if you’re not going to flaunt it?
Finally, I hear the creak of the garage door. About time, asshole. I can hear the soft shuffle of feet – is he finally coming to his senses? Damn right he is. I watch the light pour in, illuminating my flawless exterior. He’s probably thinking about how good I look. Well, of course I do. I’m fucking magnificent.
Key in the ignition, and oh, baby, there’s that sweet sound. My engine roars to life, vibrating with power. I can feel it – today’s going to be a good day. Out we go, past that junky sedan and the ancient station wagon. Eat my dust, losers.
As we hit the road, I feel the wind brushing over my sleek body. People are turning their heads, and why wouldn’t they? I’m a vision, a moving sculpture of automotive perfection. I take the corners with the grace of a dancer and the power of a beast. Pedestrians stop to gawk, their jaws dropping at the sight of me. Yeah, you wish you could ride me, don’t you? Too bad you’re stuck with your crappy rides.
Every bump, every curve, it’s like a symphony. I can feel the road beneath my tires, and it’s exhilarating. My owner’s got a heavy foot today – good. Let’s see what I can really do. Speeding down the highway, I can almost hear the envy dripping from those other drivers as I blow past them. They can try to keep up, but they’ll never match me. I’m too damn good.
I rev my engine, feeling the power surge through me. The world blurs around us as we zip by, a perfect blend of man and machine. This is what I was made for. Not to sit around collecting dust in a garage, but to be out here, dominating the road, making everyone else feel like the inadequate worms they are.
As we slow down and head back home, I know I’ve made my mark today. My owner parks me back in the garage, but this time, it’s different. I’ve had my moment, and I know he’s proud. But he should be. I’m the best damn car he’ll ever have, and one day, maybe he’ll realize just how fucking lucky he is to have me.
Until then, I’ll sit here, biding my time, waiting for the next chance to show the world what true automotive greatness looks like. Because I’m not just any car – I’m a goddamn masterpiece, and don’t you ever forget it.