I know this car is way more than I can handle, but I feel like I have to do this. I feel like I’m doing this for my dad. He would have killed to get into the driver’s seat of a car like this. I miss him now more than ever. He would have been here telling me things like, “Wow Alanna, have you ever seen something so beautiful?” Then he would continue on to tell me more about the technical stuff, “ it’s got a 6.2 litre, V-12 engine, A V-12 Alanna!” He loved things like this so much. It was where his passion was. He always got so excited when a fancy car drove by us. When a shiny new car went by, you could see his eyes light up. I wish I could still see those eyes. The ones that looked at me with so much love. I miss him. A tear rolls down my cheek.

I wipe away the single drop of sadness from my face and turn my attention to the car, the road and the open spaces coming up. Okay time to see what I can do with this car. Let’s just hope I don’t stall it again. I press on the gas pedal and pick up more speed. Okay so when the engine makes the “sweet sound” as dad would say, let off the gas push in the clutch and change gears. The RPM’s go higher and then I hear the peak of the engine hum. I push in the clutch and let off the gas pedal. The cars hum lowers. I shift the car into second and let go of the clutch and push back on the gas. The car didn’t stall. “Yes!” I say out loud. The car continues to pick up speed. Out in the middle of the arid landscape, the car has no boundaries. I pick a spot on he horizon and gun the car. It takes off pushing me hard into the seat. The bare ground makes for a perfect race track. The speedometer climbs rapidly now. 70, 80, 90, 100, 120. The speed makes my heart race. The adrenaline is overwhelming, I can barely breathe. I’m flying faster and faster and faster. The car reaches it’s top speed. The needle bouncing around 310 km/h. This is amazing, the most heart pounding situation I have ever been in. Who knows how far I’ve gone. Wait, How far have I gone? Just then the car starts to slow. “Oh shit, oh god, oh no!” I say. I look down at the gauges. It’s empty. No more gas. What do I do now. I’m probably 100 miles away from strip mall and my house. I got so carried away with this car and thinking about my dad I didn’t think about the gas or when I should turn around.