Taylor’s hand stroked the fender with a gentle, loving caress. The car, with sleek lines and curves like a woman’s body, sat low and lean in the showroom. An almost sexual longing stirred within him.
This Porsche Carrera GT, so beautiful, luxurious and powerful, wanted him also; he knew this to be true. He cupped the smooth body, tilting his head, considering the sticker adhered to the window. She was fast and tight, with six-speed manual transmission, redlining at 8400 rpm and a top speed of just over 300 mph.
He turned away, sighing, his desires unfulfilled. Maybe someday.
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7 comments:
I'm sure there are these clandestine affairs going on in various automobile showrooms the world over. Wonderful descriptions.
Wonderful descriptions. I agree with Tara. There's probably not a luxury car dealership around that hasn't served asa setting for this story!
I suddenly feel the need to smoke.
all kidding aside (I don't smoke and never have) - well done, this piece. :)
I've had that sort of relationship with the occasional bright red 1964 Ford Mustang at car shows! :)
LOL! My husband spent the afternoon in the garage with his new sports car just today. Better than a new girlfriend I guess ;)
Visiting from the 100 words blog hop - enjoyed your piece!
That would be kilometers per hour; not miles.
I had also observed that my husband has that same feeling with that car. It's his desire that someday he will also have that, his baby.:-)
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