My dearest Shelby,
I miss you.
i never had someone, something, this special thing in my life. My first instinct is to apologize for this cliché, but I’m proud to be on its side. My love for you starts at first sight. No waiting. At first sound.
You arrive on that hot, humid August morning, polished and poised. I just finished a workout. I was sweating profusely, my mind a mess. Totally raw for you. I was almost unprepared for what awaited in my driveway when I heard you. Your tired announcement has rung through my home – and my heart – announcing your arrival.
There you were in all your brilliance. Your Brittany blue metallic paint is remarkable, a color that back then was only in my car dreams. Your style is very polished, but has a menacing edge. Two white racing stripes, carbon fiber accessories – you’re cool, clean, sophisticated.
My head was spinning. Are you real? You are not of this world? Can you, like a vampire, be immortal?
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Despite your power, you are still welcome. I feel at home in your leather Recaro seats that hug in all the right places. Every touch point is either leather or carbon fiber, symbolizing your high-end aesthetic. Maybe I was worried that you were out of my league. But that never bothered you.
Every moment we are together, I cherish it. I often think about our long trips across the state and around the countryside. You may have a tough, almost menacing appearance – the latches and vents on your hood, look mean – but they don’t know you like I do. There’s just so much more left for you.
Underneath that hood is your source of power – the 5.2-liter turbocharged V8. Seven hundred and sixty horses give you the strength to take on anything. Ah, and you’ve paired it so well with the seven-speed dual-clutch transmission and Magneride active dampers, making our long days together comfortable and easy. When we wanted to show off, you ran to 60 with vigor and grace. You are a natural performer. But you also know how to take care of the people you love most.
We get along. We are one, compliment each other’s abilities. I can’t always be as fast as you, or always ready. But together, we are unstoppable.
You are very capable, on the go and on the track. I understand that there will come a time when you have to leave me. You’ll be perfectly fine on your own.
You took me to see my father. Our family doesn’t seem to agree – I’m from the General Motors family, you’re Ford – but you’re the exception. My father was very happy to give you his blessing. This will not be a Romeo and Juliet story. We can drive together to watch the sunset for the rest of our day.
But alas, our time together had to come to an end. You feel like me, but you belong to Ford. After a week of spinning together, you’ve been blown away. I know you’ve been with others since then.
I was not the same. I couldn’t bear to lay my eyes on any other Shelby. A basic Mustang is bland to you, a child’s toy. Sure, there are other cars that can meet or exceed what you offer. But where they can beat you in power, they sacrifice comfort, style. Romantic. Nothing will compare to you. Nothing can replace what we already have.
This whirlwind romance, which lasted only a week, really meant just that. I will forever look forward to the day when our paths can meet again.
Forever Yours,
Lalita
