Many people drive loud vehicles whether by accident or on purpose. I'm exclusively referring to the sound of a roaring engine though pumping tunes can also be loud.
Engine-wise, my car has mostly been like a purring kitten. Even revving it doesn't make it much louder.
Though there was one time when the kitten spontaneously morphed into a roaring lion while I was driving one morning. I drove around the city in my lion for only two hours as I had figured out that the pipe connected to my muffler was severed and I had it fixed ASAP. It doesn't take much to turn a kitten into a lion.
I don't mind if other people drive loud cars, I just don't want to be one of them. It draws too much attention.
One of my friends drives a loud car, a mustang to be exact. It's engine roars everywhere it goes and the windows are tinted so that nobody can see the driver. I see and hear this car often because my friend lives near where I live. Last night it entered into my dreams...
In a house carved into a canyon lived a mom with her three kids and a golden retriever. Two of the kids were under the age of five, the youngest was still an infant. I was spending time with this young family, playing with the children while we waited for the oldest boy to come home. Mom was not worried, she carried on with life as if it happened all the time. They were used to the young-man being out and about. He was a busy boy after all. Soon the sun was setting and the mother offered me a place to sleep for the night. I graciously accepted and took my place in the front room on an air mattress, the dog curled up next to me. A loud ROAR awakened the house as a white mustang pulled up behind the house. The rock face was lowered and the car drove up into the hollow cave. I got up to greet the young man, who was wearing a backwards ball cap, his long hair resting on his shoulders clad in a dusty grey t-shirt and jeans. He seemed surprised to see me but he looked too tired to care. "Oh hi Jessica" is all he said. The next night he would be gone again, that was for sure. Mom just shook her head and said, "That's just the way things are. Now who wants some breakfast?" The little kids cheered excitedly as pancakes were plopped onto their plates. I quickly finished my plate and watched as the teen ate slowly. "Do you want to go for a drive?" he looked at me and I paused for a moment. "You're driving right?" I asked because I knew the mustang was a standard and I did not know how to drive one of those yet. "Of course! Now let's go!" I could hardly believe he had the energy when he jumped up, grabbed my arm, and raced toward the door...
It wasn't a very long dream, but I definitely could hear engines roaring outside as I slept which probably placed the car in my dream.
I don't fully understand what the thrill is in driving a loud car in the middle of the night, but there must be something to it because lots of people enjoy that sort of thing.
Engine-wise, my car has mostly been like a purring kitten. Even revving it doesn't make it much louder.
Though there was one time when the kitten spontaneously morphed into a roaring lion while I was driving one morning. I drove around the city in my lion for only two hours as I had figured out that the pipe connected to my muffler was severed and I had it fixed ASAP. It doesn't take much to turn a kitten into a lion.
I don't mind if other people drive loud cars, I just don't want to be one of them. It draws too much attention.
One of my friends drives a loud car, a mustang to be exact. It's engine roars everywhere it goes and the windows are tinted so that nobody can see the driver. I see and hear this car often because my friend lives near where I live. Last night it entered into my dreams...
In a house carved into a canyon lived a mom with her three kids and a golden retriever. Two of the kids were under the age of five, the youngest was still an infant. I was spending time with this young family, playing with the children while we waited for the oldest boy to come home. Mom was not worried, she carried on with life as if it happened all the time. They were used to the young-man being out and about. He was a busy boy after all. Soon the sun was setting and the mother offered me a place to sleep for the night. I graciously accepted and took my place in the front room on an air mattress, the dog curled up next to me. A loud ROAR awakened the house as a white mustang pulled up behind the house. The rock face was lowered and the car drove up into the hollow cave. I got up to greet the young man, who was wearing a backwards ball cap, his long hair resting on his shoulders clad in a dusty grey t-shirt and jeans. He seemed surprised to see me but he looked too tired to care. "Oh hi Jessica" is all he said. The next night he would be gone again, that was for sure. Mom just shook her head and said, "That's just the way things are. Now who wants some breakfast?" The little kids cheered excitedly as pancakes were plopped onto their plates. I quickly finished my plate and watched as the teen ate slowly. "Do you want to go for a drive?" he looked at me and I paused for a moment. "You're driving right?" I asked because I knew the mustang was a standard and I did not know how to drive one of those yet. "Of course! Now let's go!" I could hardly believe he had the energy when he jumped up, grabbed my arm, and raced toward the door...
It wasn't a very long dream, but I definitely could hear engines roaring outside as I slept which probably placed the car in my dream.
I don't fully understand what the thrill is in driving a loud car in the middle of the night, but there must be something to it because lots of people enjoy that sort of thing.
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