KING, OF THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
There’s a special time of light, when the sun begins to bury itself to rest from a day of complete brilliance, a time where the feeling of freedom surges through a city and its people show you they’re ready to believe in their Power! At the end of my walk as my feet land on the curb I am immersed in this very energy. A pounding sense of resilience rises throughout my being while the sunburnt skies drench the buildings around me, and then, I am hit by a familiar roar in the distance, a sound that you don’t need to stop and listen hard for although you may want to, to take it all in.
The echo of a majestic growl bounces off the buildings that line the street, as an urban beast declares domination of the road beneath. Headlights that slice through the city’s grey canvas command my attention and suddenly in this unique moment the beast comes to a halt and the door is swung out in front of me. My ride is here. The Ghibli Trofeo, a figure that seems almost ethereal.
As I take my step into the Italian masterpiece I am met with the glorious red pione fiore natural leather that envelopes the interior, a colour perfectly paired with the dominant red highlights on its exterior. The driver, with a firm grip on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, wore a confident smile and the feeling of immense excitement takes over as I feel the symphony of the rumbling V8 engine through my seat, I bask in this moment before we take off and the roar of 580kw hits me like a firm beat to the chest. I look out for every reflection in the passing windows watching this regal beast accelerating through the streets, the cars contours flowed with every curve meticulously sculpted to evoke an aura of dominance.
The drivers alongside yielded out of an unspoken reverence, pedestrians paused as their busy lives halted to take witness and as we came to a stop I am met with the realisation that I have just opened the doors to a superior world, a world of power, passion and comfort. The lights turn green and the purring idle blissfully transcends into a raw growl, there are only few machines that can make a sound that tastes like freedom and while I’m harnessed by this feeling I loose myself in the road ahead without a care about where we might end because in this concrete jungle of ours, this car is the destination.