I have a black car. I look good in it. I dont see myself in any other colors.
The black Z chose me.
Its impossible to see swirls unless you two feet from the car. But when i drive on the freeway, people turn their heads i know they're looking at me and my Z, not the swirls. when i turn my head and look at them, i know i get respect from driving a black Z.
Thats all that matters.
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