The weekend has been a blur. It seems all my energy this weekend has been sent directly to it. Either driving it, looking at it, talking about it, or admiring it a few friends.
I've taken several people for drives, turned several heads. Seen a few thumbs up and even encouraging comments/looks at intersections. It's mind blowing to be the person who use to point at special cars on the road to being straight in the driver seat of something special.
This car is Legendary. I feel entirely disconnected to it. When people admire it, or say something about it. It's totally separate from me. I feel often times, people judge a person on their car or judge the car based on the person. But in this vehicle, it is 100% disconnected. People appreciate the car, as it is. And that makes me extremely happy.
I don't want people to say "___ just got the FR-S." or "I heard he picked up an FR-S." I want people to say, "Wow, that's the new FR-S." or "I didn't even know those were out already."
The vehicle is so special to me, and in my mind, it's status is already legendary. I feel that people will look back at this car one day and it will have been seen as one of the greats. I just want the car to be seen, appreciated and loved by all car people who can cut all ties and look at a vehicle purely in it's own right.
I want it to evoke the feelings that I get over the years when I saw something nice drive by, or a low rumble pulling up beside me.
I'm completely exhausted. My nerves and energy levels have become completely numb from all the sensations, excitement and driving pleasure provided by my new FR-S. But when I look in the garage, it sits there with razor sharp edges. The car looks extremely fast, even when it's sitting still. It sizzles with energy and doesn't exhibit a hint of exhaustion or fatigue. It has no idea how agile and beautiful it looks.
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