It was a hallucination that I knew would come to an end.
For the last year, in particular, I’ve been fortunate enough to drive a luxury car. You know the ones. Where you feel the engine instead of hear it because it purrs so quietly. Where you don’t notice the roar of the other traffic because the door seals are just That Good.
Today, with sound processors on, I prepared myself for reality: it’s a 10-year-old Mitsubishi, not a brand new Mercedes, and it’s going to be LOUD.
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