"I can't believe I'm stuck in this car again," grumbled Annette from the back seat of Ivan's BMW M5.
"Well, it was either this, Edward's Stormkreuzer or Stefan's Lambo," chuckled Ivan from the driver's seat.
"We could have used my car, and is it my imagination, or has this thing gotten louder?" asked Annette.
"Well, it did get a tune-up. A lovely young man named Axel was kind enough to do it for me," said Ivan, relishing in the much more aggressive throaty rumble of the V8 engine, that had been tuned and serviced by Albrecht Automotive.
"And we couldn't take my car because?" pressed Annette.
"Because I said so, Mom," said Mikaela from the front passenger seat.
"Well, your ordeal will be over soon, so don't worry," said Ivan, as they approached the highway.
"What do you mean? We just left," said Annette.
The BMW M5 let out a powerful growl by way of answer, as Ivan accelerated into the highway's fast lane.
Mikaela squealed as the car forced her back in her seat.
