Waking up Thor and his mates
I open the door and am welcomed by the scent of new, world-class leather and wood.
As I gently slide into the drivers seat I look around me. My eyes follow the lining of the shiny black trim that subtly covers parts of the dashboard and I observe the little clock in the middle of the dashboard. It’s working perfectly. I smile. I’m walking around with a watch without arrows on my wrist for over a year, so I will have to get used to this. I close the door and enjoy the soft touch of the alcantara on the door cover and steering wheel. There are so many details to admire, materials to touch and buttons to press that I almost forget that I’m still holding the keys in my right hand. I fasten my seatbelt and put the key in the ignition.
This is it, the moment of truth. I’ve seen it in dozens of videos on the Internet. I know what is about to happen, I know what it sounds like, but that doesn’t make me less excited. I’m about to turn the key to start the engine. I’m seconds from firing up the 4.7 liter V8 engine that gives life to this magnificent machine. I take a deep breath and turn the key.
The sound that arises indicates trouble. Delicious trouble! I hit the throttle and all hell breaks loose. The roar coming from the exhaust sounds like I’ve just woken up Thor and his mates a bit too early after a good night at the bar. I put the car in first gear and gently drive off.
My smile goes from ear to ear.
I have nothing to worry about; Thor is a good friend of mine.