Where does your dream take you?
Mine? Well, since you asked, I’ll start where my mind took me.
The idle shattered any sense. I couldn’t place the utterly wrong smoothness. It had an extra something; an extra spirit. An extra evil?“I found it in a barn in Connecticut,” said my mechanic. “It was factory packed! Zero miles! what else was I supposed to do with it?”I’m sure my 911s was now heavier in the tail, but I would just have to be a little more creative with the gas pedal. A flat-eight engine would expect nothing less. Especially one that’s only happy spinning way above seven thousand.