On the outskirts of this slow, hazy city,
where commuters drive their fuel-efficient imports
from their homes to their next destination
and the next one, and the next,
in system of travelling resembling a beehive,
crowded and overflowing with activity,
where people expect nothing of their cars,
and get nothing in return,
but there is a new sound echoing from the hills just beyond.
Another car has started its engine.
But this engine is not just idling.
It is roaring.
The Beast has woken.
gift for my aunt of a '12 mustang eleanor (she drives a 2008 Rousch Stage 3 mustang).
drew it and messed with the contrast on my scanner.