There's a point at 7,000 RPM....
Where everything fades.
The machine becomes weightless.
Just disappears and all that's left is a body moving through space and time.
7,000 RPM. That's where you meet it.
You feel it coming. It creeps up on you, close in your ear. Asks you a question.
The only question that matters....
Who are you?

-Carroll Shelby

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Efforts

They both took Efforts!
He to learn more about her every minute
She to change herself every moment
He gave up his nights
She rose to his sleepless nights
His efforts made way for her run
But her legs would trembled in pain
He loved her like a Father,
Her responses were fun!
He cried to the moon
When she was scarred by her heart!
He wasn't just an Engineer!
And she wasn't just a Car!

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