Admiring cars

I like fast, ultra modern sleek looking cars you see on calendars and would never see on the street. The car would cost too much to take it out into the public for display. I saw one recently on MSN which had four wheels in the front with a silver body and looked like a mid-size bat mobile and could easily whiz down the road over a 100 miles an hour with out any engine trouble. When I use to work as a custodial of file records, I would have a calendar of fast cars displayed on the bathroom door. Since, I worked alone this was purely for my enjoyement. Today's street car would be the Honda Civic or Accord juiced up and lowered to the ground. When I started attending junior college, I was smitten by a dark blue Pontiac Trans-am with a T- top roof and the firebird emblem on the turbo charged hood. I was driving my mom's Chevy Chevelle which at the time didn't have air conditioning. I remember I would sweat on the way to class. It did have good pick up power and it had a good heavy V-8 engine. I use to imagine fixing up mom's Chevy with a turbo engine and a top of the line paint job. Plus, big fancy silver rim wheels that would hug the ground real secure. This never happened while I drove the car. Instead, I watched as the Trans-am and I drove evenly down Kirkman road and the driver would excel past me to catch the East-West Expressway which is now labeled the 408. I got to ride in the Trans Am once when the owner came out for my birthday. I was suprised how ruff the ride was on the inside. It was a stick shift and I could feel ever shift he made into another gear. I decided after the ride, plusher cars were the way to go. I still like looking at the sleek cars, but I know a nice ride is more important.