Oh, what emotions used to envelop me when I was seeing the Blue Bird outside the school! It was gorgeous, although it was just a van pulling a caravan completely equipped and tooled up even for Alaska. Watching old photos I observe the fact that it was painted at a cheap paint shop, since the dust had settled on the non-metallic paint-job before it was even dry. And yet... it was gorgeous!
I've always dreamt about my very own blue bird, a time machine to carry me far away, like a magic carpet, showing me the wonders of the world. And yet, until now I always preferred switching planes through my peregrinations. Until now...
Until I met Her. Green. With bulging eyes and tiny diamonds outlining its eyes in broad daylight and make it shiny; with 500 horses ready to fulfill the command pressing on the accelerator; with a suspension in front of which even the most magical carpet would pale, making the whole trip just a sweet and gentle sway; with a breathtaking, five-second sprint and the agility of a feline, an unnatural steering for a car. My Green Bird!
2000 kilometers (1242 miles), three countries, three charming cities – Vienna, Budapest, Bucharest, an iPod which was playing Strauss, Nirvana, Vangelis and many covers, an engine that either purred like a docile cat or roared like a beast in a spectacular overpassing. Ladies, the seat of a Cayenne is the position from where you can drive through the world, you can see it tip its head full of silence or adrenaline, whichever your hearts desire.
Its curves fold meticulously on the woman's body; it's a seat made to love the body and the body will love it back. It's not an armchair, not a chair from a waiting room nor a managerial one, it has no connection to a meeting chair either, yet it offers all of their advantages in a single package. It has only one downside: it will make you fall in love with an object. A firm object in a delicate car, with soft leather in the color of honey, wrapping the dashboard and oozing wrinkle-free over the doors and so on, away from your eyesight towards the rear seat. I don't know what to tell you about the rear seat since I've only used it to leave my purse and the occasional dozens of shopping bags...
I was more fascinated with the gauges of my ship, simple and large dials giving precise data in white, nothing extra; the rear-view camera that can help you anchor in the busiest parking lot in Austria; the navigation system with firm and precise commands, a most useful admiral.
How did I get back? I know that a thousand answers for this question are possible. I only have one: with a trunk full of presents for my dearest and souvenirs from every destination. Why? Because I wanted to see if the Bird is truly made for a woman and if it can refuse me anything. I loved it so much that I thought I should repay it somehow. I offered, just as you would to an elegant gentleman, a parking spot at the Palais Coburg, a fortress which belonged to prince Ferdinand of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, where every royal carriage to enchant the Vienna Opera has rested.
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