In 2013, I was launched as one of the promising, fast, and user-friendly cars. I started my journey with the harsh ride to the Himalayas. Snows and terrains challenged me as I ascend to the summit. And with the marvelous experience, then I rode to the swamps of rain forests to the south of country. Tirelessly with the determination, I rode day and night.
The competition was never in my head, but the manufacturers, production company, other cars had way too high expectations. Due to my exceptional performance initially, I was deliberately brought into the racing stage. With my young engine, little courage, I took the journey to the desert for the cross-country race. Little did I know about my strength and limit.
I started with the full throttle. I was moving ahead of time, and I felt invincible for first few days. Then on the fifth day, my tires started to lose grip, I overclocked the engine multiple times, my brakes were not working, my vision was getting blurred as I had lost my coolant.
On the sixth day, the monster truck with 8 feet of height came from behind and threw sands on my eyes with its colossal tire. I couldn’t see much, and when I cleared my windshield, I came across the dunes and lost my track. First, my heart trembled as I overclocked, I lost my coolant and remained with 11% of fuel. Only a day left, stranded somehow on the dunes.
I embraced my fate and sunk myself onto the sand. For months, I was buried. Little did I knew my friends were searching me. I was found a year after, and a huge truck hopped me on his shoulders. I thought I was in heaven. But miracles do happen, and I was brought back to life.
I am healing slowly, and I will use my failures to race back to the track and this time I will willingly take part to the track.
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