You know your Dad has a speed demon in him when he tried to out-run a Ferrari F430 down Lornie Road; apparently we were on our way to lunch at Sembawang when a Ferrari came roaring down the left flank, in its full glory of handsome carbon fibre and racing stripes. I was lucky; it was trapped between the slow-moving vehicles in front of it, so I had a few seconds to snap a shot of it. Then Dad made the insane move; cutting out of the second lane and behind the monster, he rev-ed his engine and took out the growling beast. For a moment my heart kind of stopped, because there's no way his 2.5L elephant is going to catch this stallion, never in another million light years. Sis grasped her seat, and I grabbed my seatbelt, with some subtle strands of adrenaline streaming through those veins. And I was still telling Mum the previous minute that there's no way our tame four-wheeler is going to size up against that thing.
Dad caught him just before the next traffic light.
*speechless*
Of course my dad lost him after that, considering the horrid pick-up rate. But what was more amazing was I actually enjoyed listening to the majestic war cry of the beast, and feeling my heart thump to the pulsing of adrenaline through my blood. Lovely. I need more of such beautiful encounters, like today. A brilliant red Audi R8 humming its sweet V8 melody, a stunning Fair Lady stopping by for lunch with us, and the unbelievably insatiable chase of the Steel Devil.
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