Other times I just miss seeing my grandparents' cherry orchard. And the sun is tempting me once more, a red round coin just like the freshly ripening cherries, at the delicious taste of childhood.
It's spring! And with the delightful idleness brought by winter I slid the silver cover over my convertible carriage, I brought back the 170 ponies out of hibernation and I pressed GO! I feel like a princess in my little 1-Series, a sports princess of modern days which is carried by a BMW. Although I feel like wearing heels and a dress, I must confess to you that I always abandon this idea and I jump into Stella McCartney's sports line. It perfectly matches my attitude, it fits with the manual gearbox which tempts me to have a go at it on serpentines.
I feel free and slender in the sports seats that embrace me like a hug. The sun is spreading a headdress of shadows over the world, while I'm squeezing between them and chasing the ghosts in the cherry orchard.
The part of the road which I love most is the one passing over a field of flowers and flavored herbs. Centennial walnuts sit on each side, guarding the poppy field. A traveller can stop here to drink fresh water and breathe in the herbs' silence. I stop, my engine does also and we start listening to the crickets together. I start slowly – too afraid to disturb the Grand Concert – but the night is coming.
I'll be back, I promise myself, and I press harder on the accelerator, knowing that my two-liter engine is so silent that it will keep letting me listen to the wind breeze over the field. But this road is so short. I pass over cities, I put the top up in 22 seconds, my car is so dear to me. When my friends are asking me why I love Her so much and I always answer them in a manly fashion: it has a specially-treated leather upholstery that never gets hot in the scorching sun, it can run with 200 km/h (124 mph) and it has impeccable handling. Also, albeit it's a convertible, the boot can accommodate enough luggage to fit an entire wardrobe for my mini-vacations at the countryside.
Then I tell them that yes, it uses 16 liters per 100 km (US 14.7 mpg) in the city. When I see their frowned looks I begin telling them what my clever car dealer told me, about the start&stop system. Obviously, I fail to add the fact that while the system shuts down the engine at a stoplight you can't even use the air-conditioning system. Oops! No, I'm not selling this car, but it's mine and I'm taking its side.
I prefer not even using the start&stop system anyway. After that I blow them away with the rear-wheel drive traction, every man's dream! I like to brag about Her a lot, can't say anything bad, especially since She's the only one who can let me breathe the evening air, the end of a fairytale road until my grandparent's gate.
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