In composition class, we had to write this paper on something we could describe well, and i well, i chose my legend. You guys think its an 'A' paper??
Described by some as a myth, a story, a folktale, a saga and a tradition, a legend can be expressed in many different ways. For me the Legend is an everyday part of life; my car. A symbol of power, precision, excellence and passion, the badge my car proudly displays on its front is a symbol in itself of these things, Acura. From a forward stance I can always feel the power and the beauty which are so modestly displayed before me. A car, that from both look and touch, conveys the true meaning of the word Legend.
As I walk up to my car the first striking feature that I notice is its exterior stance. Pure Olympic white that is as bright as the snow on a sunny day covers the entire car. Purity and strength are things that come into my mind when I see this color as it vividly enhances the lines that make the shape of the body strong and powerful. A wide and low stance gives the car a look like a crouching tiger ready to strike its prey. At total peace with the world around it, the Legend stands strong. Bronze tinted glass like the eyes looking out upon the world, just like the tiger; watch me as I make my way to the driver side door. I open the door handle lifting up as I feel its cool touch against my skin making me realize that this is not something living; although it appears it is.
I open the door entering into an entire other world or scent and touch. The scent of leather and air freshener escapes from the confines. I slide into the seat as it molds itself to my body, accepting me into the car. The door closes and the world around me is now silent. Security and beauty overcome me as I peer out through the windshield. The world looks differently from inside with its now bronze tint and glow. The tan interior is warming and gives me a sense of comfort and peacefulness while the gauges and instrumentation offer a different feel. I trace my hand over the real wood that is now warm from the sun beating in through the windows. I rest my hands on the steering wheel which is rough in some spots due to the worn leather still the wheel feels strong and solid.
The comfort and peacefulness often mask the true being beneath. I pull a shiny key from my pocket and insert it into the ignition switch. I start the car and I am overcome with the sound of the now alive engine. The gauges move and respond with my touch on the accelerator pedal as I push it down lightly. At idle, nothing can be heard. An illusion that the beast is sleeping is awoken by the press of a pedal. The Legend is now alive. The feel and touch of everything has now changed.
A myth, a folktale, a saga, a Legend; it is what I own and what I drive. My car is an extension of who and what I am. From its presence to its touch and feel, this car is a symbol of power, precision and excellence. Crafted by the hands of man, it is now driven by mine and will be for many years to come. This is my car; this is my Legend.