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By blakey Date: 2004 Jan 27 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.27.18.52.4458]] |
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Assbag. Just look at him. Standing there leaning on the fender of his car, like it was intentionally put there to support him. The bright red Ferrari draws the attention of all who pass by. The sleek lines, the subtle curves, how could anyone walk by and not stand in awe of the beauty. And there he is. Acting as if the car is part of his identity. Truth be known, the car probably the best thing he has going for him. However, in his eyes, the Ferrari is just a mode of transportation. When it was new, and he was younger, it was probably a different story. The relationship was may have been more give-and-take back then. He would treat it with the respect and care that such a fine automobile deserved. In fact, after a short time, he would enter it into car shows. Even today, he proudly brags on his three beautiful trophies. The funny part is, he seriously feels that he earned the trophies himself. Anybody with half a brain knows the Ferrari is what actually produced the world-class awards. What was his part in this? Driving the rolling artwork to the event. I'm sure that took a lot of effort. It was the judges, who, as thorough as surgeons, poured over the car, not missing a detail, who presented the car, not the owner, with the gift that was worthy of it. But that was the past. Today, he drives the car to extremes - showing off its power and agility, its ability of handling anything that can be thrown at it. And, to the amazement of those closest to him, when to Ferrari hesitates or fails to perform to his standards, he blames it on the car. How surprising is that. He ignores the basic needs that any vehicle requires. His reputation proves that he has been hard on cars before. Not that any of them were anywhere near the standards of this one. Maybe he thought that having the namesake of Ferrari meant that he could ignore all of its basic needs. Now, he almost intentionally abuses her, trying to show off for his friends and family, as if the cars durability somehow make other perceive him as more than he could ever hope to be. I cringe when I see things like this. All I want to do is rescue her. Wouldn't it be great if he just got tired of it not meeting his outlandish expectations and just abandoned it? Or maybe if he found a new car, something more to his liking, something that could live up to the impossible standards that he demands. Oh, this is what dreams are made of. Yet I'll wait. In time, the dream will become my reality. |