One Hundred and Sixteen

It too is alive. It is candy white with bluish eyes, hosting unprecedented abuse and love. With four balding limbs it loyally keeps traction as it snarls around the bends. Changing gears ever so swiftly it pulls away with vigorous confidence and tear shedding acceleration towards the next corner. It only eats premium. With two hundred rampaging German engineered horsepower on tap and race bred suspension it too is alive. My GTI.