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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Friday, April 14, 2006
 
The quickening of the heart; the catching of the breath. I was literally hyperventilating, I could feel my breath getting shallower and faster by the second. I placed my hand upon my bosom and could feel my heart going at a million miles an hour. Everything around me started to melt away into one huge blob and nothing seemed to matter. I was craning my neck to get mere glances and to burn the image deeper into my mind. I wished so desperately it would not veer off from the route I was taking. I only had my eyes on the one thing that was in front of me. The silver Aston Martin DB9.
I don't recall feeling this way ever in my life before. Maybe I have, but for a brief 10second window in my futile chase, I was in love. For a minute there I actually thought Hello Aston Martin, Goodbye Maserati. And that's huge, I mean, something else replacing Maserati? That's fucking huge man. But we have to be realistic, an Aston Martin? ***scream scream silent scream***
How close was I to it? Ryan was fully less than 2 metres away from it, he was right behind the Db9, and I was like, 3-4metres away from it? Wow. Probably the closest I'll ever be to an Aston Martin.
All I heard was a beautiful purr and I looked up to see this silver beauty go zooming away from the round-about. My heart panicked for the 5seconds it took for traffic to clear up and I tried desperstely to tail the Aston Martin. It was a constant 4cars ahead of me, til I got caught at the red lights because of some stupid fuckwit in a beat up puke-green Suzuki Swift. Give me an Aston Martin and I'll turn celibate. No questions asked.
What are the odds? A gunmetal grey-dark blue Aston Martin Vantage and a silver Aston Martin DB9, both on the same road, going in different directions, within 12hrs of each other, both with NSW license plates. Sighted by two separate people who happen to be friends. What are the odds man?
The beautiful streamline body, the sloping tail lights that meet at the beautiful angle, the curves of that to-die-for smoothness, the ferocious yet gentle purr of the V12 engine, the feeling of the ground rumbling under you, the way the body of the car caresses the ground it glides over. The aggression in the way with which it takes to the roads and claims it for its own. Ahh.

"The Omega Ladies Speedmaster. Diamond crusted bezel with red alligator strap. $10,255. All it needs is a pair of expensive heels and a Maserati." - Automobiles Classic
I'll say. Now I feel like an expensive watch. I hate to say this, but I think my brother was right. Everyone needs an expensive watch. And expensive heels. And bags. And clothes. And good makeup. And a hot car. Like a Maserati or an Aston Martin, or an M5 or M6, or 6Series, or a Bentley Continental GT.

Well, one can only dream.

 

 
   
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