"Cars cars cars, cars I do adore." (Quoted from a song by Jay-z)

         Vroom vroom vroom. I've been growing up around cars my whole life, my dad owns several auto-body shops around The Bay Area. You could ask me anything about any car and I'll probably know about it.                                                                             
                                                                  My first car.

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I wish =(

     Car's can just be a means for transportation, or for people like me thrill, fun, a mini steel-enforced sanctuary. I remember before I got my license when I was in California and I would go out to Lucas Valley ( George Lucas's property) and drive around the slopes up the hills speeding back and forth thinking I was some kind of Formula 1 racer. Luckily I never got caught because I probably wouldn't be writing this blog post because I would have never got my license. When I finally got my license I remember just go out to San Francisco and drive around at night thinking about what's on my mind. Passing the Golden Gate Bridge through Van Ness Ave. around Fisherman's Wharf.

My realistic dream car.