Books About Cars Novels & Stories

I was stunned because I never thought that the cars I only read about in automotive magazines before would now be seen right in front of my eyes. And all I could say was that I hope that car would run over me. I knew that I would never be able to own such a car in my entire life. That's why I'll just let it run over me so I can at least feel its wheels with poop. Lost in thought, I shook my head. Whenever the topic is about cars, my mind always wakes up, I don't know why, why I like cars when I don't even have one. Ever since I was young, I've been fond of reading newspapers and magazines, and maybe that's why I got addicted to cars. Because instead of just looking at the brief section like

It was clear that his passion for automobiles extended beyond mere ownership. I followed Harrison as we explored the garage. Each car had its own unique charm and character. Some were compact and ideal for city driving, while others were spacious and perfect for family outings. The variety was impressive, and I marveled at the thought and care that had gone into selecting each vehicle. Harrison shared his knowledge about the cars with enthusiasm, describing their features, benefits, and quirks. He spoke of the joy he found in helping families discover the perfect car for their needs, and his dedication to this endeavor was evident.

he asked. I nodded so fast my hair flopped. He pulled the doors open. And my whole world exploded. Rows and rows of shiny cars. Old cars. Classic cars. Cars I’d only seen in books or on TV. Cars with curves and chrome and engines that probably sounded like thunder. My mouth fell open. “Whoa…” Koda gasped. “Gabe… it’s a car zoo!” Jace snorted. “It’s a collection, not a zoo.” “I like zoo better,” Koda said.

I scramble for my bag, wanting nothing more than for the rolls Royce to get off the property. “Hold on.” Cary thrusts a catalogue into my hand. “What’s this?” I told it up, staring at the exotic cars adorning the front page. “Why are you giving me a book filled with cars?” “Because it’s about time I got you a ride of your own,” he says. “You should go through the catalog. Pick whatever you like.” A car. Something tells me this catalog is full of luxurious and ridiculously expensive cars. And now, Cary wants to buy me one.

My fingertips brush the edges of the books as I circle the shelves, exploring with my eyes and soon enough, I find myself in the engineering section. I chuckle, I don’t share Brandon’s excitement in science and if Ma was here, she would have called it fate. The first book I pull out is less than two hundred pages, a beginner’s guide on everything cars, I grin, yeah, this is fate. I saunter to the single sofa beside the fireplace, flipping the pages without understanding the terms until a yawn escapes me.