Avalon Touring

[ehowton]

A cold wind blows
A whistle is heard
Out from the darkness
An image emerge

Sleek is its lines
Its strength hidden deep
A powerful stance
Ready to leap

The door opens wide
Displays alit
Settle in the leather
A perfect fit

Engine roars to life
Tach hits the redline
F-Zero plays
Everyone else is left...
Behind.