Car
Inspection
The inspector checked through my parents' Ferrari, and he didn't look
happy. He said the car surely was fast, with excellent acceleration,
but the overall quality was not good, which made the vehicle dangerous
in traffic. The inspector doubted whether he could pass this car through
his examination.
I
looked at my parents' car. It was made out of three large tree trunks
which had been nailed together with huge iron bars. Axles for the
wheels had been attached at both ends. The car lacked paint. The wood
had turned grey in the open air. There were no seats, so the driver
and the passengers had to sit on the trunks. To direct the car one
had to push and pull the trunks with great force so that the weels
would turn to the corresponding direction.
I
remembered how hard it was to stay on the road trying to control the
car. My parents were happy with it, however. The Italian Ferrari gave
them a sense of luxury.
The
inspector stepped towards the next car. "Here we have a fine
specimen," he said. "This may not be the fastest car around.
It has small wheels, and the pink colour is a bit funny, too, but
this is a very safe car in traffic and it hardly consumes any petrol."
The
inspector was talking about my car. It was a brand new Volkswagen,
designed for short distances. It was round in shape, a simple and
cheap car. It was almost like a Beetle but hardly as popular. Driving
was easy, although very slow.
If
one compared my car to the Ferrari, the Volkswagen undoubtedly looked
very lame. It was great to hear, however, that the inspector was pleased
with it.
