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My dads favorite car
My father’s BMW 850 was always kept in the garage. He was always watching that car. He also kept it very clean, he always cleaned it once or twice a week. He didn’t let anyone of my family to touch it. In other words it was considered his biggest jewel. Sometimes I thought he wanted more that car than me. It was a beautiful and a very fast one. I remember this one time on a Saturday that we didn’t had nothing to do and he told me to get my best looking sunglasses and to get in my best cloth, we are going to drive around in the car. We were driving around the city just watching everyone in their cars staring at us and giving us a thumps-up and rolling their windows down and telling us “what a good looking car you have”. I just remember the look on my father’s face. He felt like he was the king of the world. We were just around the city looking for other fast cars to just rumble the engine’s car and make lots of sound. When we finished rumbling the engines car and didn’t find any other exotic fast car, we went to my favorite dining restaurant, Burger Station. When we finished dining, my father repeated always the same phrase “want to take the car for one last spin?” We went to the highway and started driving faster and faster the car. Because it was late night, there was no or very light traffic on the highway so he took the liberty to drive as fast as he want. I just remember the back pull force to the sit of the car when my father pushed down the accelerator. I remember the adrenaline running throughout my whole body when we passed the two hundred-speed indicator, and the “roar” of that V12 engine. This car was very well designed and the aerodynamics of the car was stunning that we didn’t feel the speed. There was this downside of the car that my father and I hated, and that was that it was electronically glitch or modified to not surpass the 260 km/hr. Yeah, we reached the 260 km/hr speed limit and still wanted more. Yeah, it was definitely a very dangerous stunt my father putted both my life and his on, but we had tons of fun doing this once a month. My father always told me, knowing that it would never happen, “get an average of 90 or above in your school grades and this car will be your first car to drive.” I never drove that car (HA-HA).
