Gasoline is liquid sun from a swamp of the past. I poured it in the tank and the car moved with speed. The fire starts small but the power grows big and the pistons move quick in a jig of iron that turns the crankshaft and the axle and the rubber tires on the asphalt. Combustion provides the force.
Tesla builds a car with a belly of cells. I plugged in the cord and the power rang bells in the meter I held to check on the charge. No pipes puff out smoke and no gears grind a sound because the magnets and the copper and the physics of the wire make the wheels go around the town without a single drop of oil. Electricity wins the race.
Toyota makes a truck that will never give out. I drove through a flood and I did not have doubt that the motor would hum. The engineers use a logic of bolts and of steel and they put a focus in every steering wheel so the driver can go over the rocks and through the rivers and back to the house in the dark. Durability comes from the plan.
Ford makes a truck with a hook and a bed. I saw one with bricks and a roof on its head while the driver sat tall. The frame is a beam of steel and the turbos are fans and they carry the weight of the wood and the sands and the gravel and the heavy machines to the job in the morning sun. Work is the fruit of the torque.
Ferrari builds a streak that stays on the ground. I stood on the track and I heard a loud sound that shook every bone in my chest. The tires are wide and the body is low and the wind pushes down to make the car go at a velocity of two hundred miles in an hour. Downforce follows the shape.
Rivian makes a box for the mud and the trail. I took it through woods and the truck did not fail to find a path through the trees. The battery lasts for four hundred miles and the trunk in the front holds a tent and a pack and a stove and a sleeping bag for the night under the stars in the hills. Exploration starts with the spark.
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