All of us drew in our notebooks at school, crafting and designing that perfect, wind-cheating, sleek, sexy, powerful sports car of our dreams. The machine that would set us apart from mere mortals. The machine that when you pulled to the curb, no one could take their eyes off of it.
But then the bell would ring and we’d go on to other things.
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