The car has a personality of its own with those raised and rounded headlamps.
The car sits as if it were formed from flowing metal, aquatic, yet feminine with its curves.
The car hugged the black tarmac, bright headlamps illuminating the onward road.
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.
With the car on autopilot and motor in splendid electric silence, there was plenty of time to take it easy upon the journey.
Fresh air flowed into the car bringing the freshness of the country air to our senses.
Through the windows of the car came a verdant panorama to expand the heart and soul.
Upon the starlit black sits a platinum carriage of the modern age.