The bronze paint glistens in the sunshine. Small silver flakes make it seem to sparkle. The white walls clean as the day they were made. I peer at my reflection in the chrome bumpers. I run my fingers along the side of the car. It's as long as the day and twice as bright.
Inside the white leather interior is hot to the touch. Soaking in all the sunlight. No aux cord, no CD player, just cassette tapes. There was magic in the ancient technology. Turning the key causes the beast to roar back into the modern world. This is grandpa's spaceship.
1972 Cadillac Deville, sent from outer space. It had to be. Something so beautiful so perfect. This is the ultimate fusion of style and technology. Something like this doesn't belong in a garage. This is something he should be proud to pass down to me.
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