The Car of my Dreams

Two weeks after my arrival in the United States my brother and I went car shopping for me. We went to almost every car dealership we could think of, test-drove every car we saw, but I didn’t find the one car that I felt good about. The next day we went to the last place we had on our list, because we knew that if we went, it will be only looking at the …

…gear to fourth and the car took off as I eased of the clutch, the force of acceleration pulled me back into my seat, the wheeling of the turbo only surpasses the sound of the exhaust system. It was like a harmonic mechanical symphony. In short, it may have been the car or the dream of reaching the car, but that day I knew that one-day I would drive that car again, or maybe not.