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You leave on street... Go to it.... See your beauty which is near the others, but all the same they differ from your one ... Differ because it is your ..... You own it...
You come closer, touch with your fingers to a cold body from metal....
Get a trinket of the signal system and cut off it... Open a door and have a seat ...
Everithig is already familiar around you: the same plastic, the same decorative inserts, the same steering wheel and the clutch lever, the same plush small bear, hanging in the corner on a windshield, presented by your girlfriend.... Yes, all these yours...
You put a key to the ignition lock and turn it clockwise, do a pause in position "ignition" and hear as the gasoline pump come to life and has busy ham, and the block of management prepares for start-up, but for you all this seconds...
Key is in position of "Start". Starter began to work, rotating a shaft of the engine on 400 returns a minute, spark-plug create spark, atomizers, under the sensitive control of the block of management precisely inject the necessary amount of fuel and the engine started!!
You sit inside... Listen, sniffing of the engine, pointer of the index of temperature of the engine begans its movement , and the pointer of tachometer stood hardly below the mark 1000...
With habitual motion you put on your favourite CD or radio station, press out a clutch pedal....
You enjoy.... The Wind, rustle of tyre, sound of the stereo system.... You move....
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