The garage door slowly opens as I wait in anxious anticipation. The sight of the sleek body brings a smile to my face. I think I’m in love. I reach out and touch the door handle, pausing to enjoy the euphoric feeling. I lift the handle swinging open the door. I am greeted by the sexy smell of leather wafting up to greet me from inside. As I sit in the driver’s seat, I am hugged tightly, reminding me of my mother’s warm hugs. A turn of the key wakens the sleeping thoroughbred. Electronic eyes wink open looking into my eyes with knowing anxiousness. Coming to life with a roar, then a gentle rumble, the beast says thank you to my senses. Tingling vibrations start at my feet, going up my legs like thousands of tiny needles. It’s a feeling best described as erotic floods my senses. I am ready all over.
I slowly caress the gearshift into “GO”. Starting slowly, man and beast merge into one. An insatiable creation of speed and lust emerges, out to conquer the world. Tentatively at first, the beast rumbles down a curvy back road. It is not long before sound and fury rips through snakelike curves without regard to speed. Reality long forgotten, the world is only “us” looking for a challenger. Something looking like “Maximum Safe Speed 35” blurs by. A quick glance at the speedometer looks like some number around 70. Meaningless numbers anyway, the tachometer says 6000 RPM. That one IS important. Not a hint of protest emanates from beneath me. The combined man and beast know each other’s limits and pushes all of them. Screaming out of a tight S curve at high speed, the road changes from snake to straight. Occasional glances at the speedometer see 70, 80, and 90 flash by. Braking point ahead, the speedometer hits 135 then starts quickly down. Hard on the breaks, turn left, turn right, then left again. Heart pounding and pulse racing, man and beast emerge unscathed again. It is time to settle down a little. What a thrill!
Has it been an hour already? God, what happened to the time? Feeling like a refugee from the twilight zone, I see my garage looming ahead. With a sad sigh, I again park my baby and turn off the key. Still sitting, tingling all over, I wonder how it gets better each time. You know, this is better than sex, I think to myself. As I get out, closing the door behind me, I gently pat that curvaceous rear fender. “Till next time”, I say, “When we can do it together again”. When the closing garage door slowly blocks my view of my sexy beauty I cannot help but wonder “Will my wife mind if I sleep in that seat tonight?”
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