The car sits as if it were formed from flowing metal, aquatic, yet feminine with its curves.
With the car on autopilot and motor in splendid electric silence, there was plenty of time to take it easy upon the journey.
The car had been born of a dreamer who knew what it was to fly as the true arrow, loving and appreciating any wind, becoming apart of the air itself.
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