I stood firmly in the garage and narrowed my eyes toward the Z with despair. The subtle light protruding through the windows of the garage door, silhouetting the curves of roof line and quarter panels. The brisk morning air mimicked the pain of my heart as I looked at my broken beauty. "Whenever shall you run!?", I angrily questioned whilst my eyes fill with the tears of prolonged sadness.
You see, my wallet had runneth dry. Some time ago, while driving the Z in its great glory, I encountered something that will shadow the future enjoyment of driving the Z for many adventures to come. The sheer horror of grinding as loud as a screaming siren. As if a Behemoth itself lie in the corridors of my engine, feasting on the bones of its prey. Flames seemingly from the depths of hell covered us, the Z and I. And with that, a flash of terror. The terror of the Z, sitting idle until the pass of many seasons. Autumn to winter. Winter to spring. Spring to the malicious heat of summer. Many seasons shall pass as the Z lies in its injured slumber. THE BELLY OF THE BEAST, WAS NOW DECEASED. Along with it, my long awaited journey to a most cordial festival hosted in the alluringly wooded mountains of Tennessee and North Carolina. A collaborative masterpiece known as ZDayZ.
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2009 370z touring w/sports package
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