I was sitting in this exquisite, sophisticated cabin with my eyes shut. My senses were being stimulated by classical music streaming through top notch speakers.
I stretched out my hand searching for the button that would push me to the climax. Good music gives me goose pimples and right then I was helpless inside the Audi A8.
Before I could do anything else, the gentleman explaining the new features in the car tapped my shoulder and asked if I was fine. Clearly I wasn’t, I was smitten, besotted, in love, enchanted by this classic work of automotive art.
When I opened my eyes and looked around, I shook my head in utter amazement. I was overwhelmed and almost teary eyed. I looked out through the large window, still speechless, and for a moment there, the music literary stopped.
I was staring at the R8. This is Audi’s first real super car. It was protected by a barrier that seemed to say, ‘you have no business touching this car if you do not have three eight-bedroom houses in leafy suburbs and a bank balance so healthy the bank manager has your doctor’s cellphone numbers’.
Source: Business Daily Africa