You were one of those who managed to buy cars with the ability to speak thanks to the latest technologies that were introduced into the car. An hour before the race of self-driving cars, you warmed up your black BMW M3, and cooked like this: washed every spare part of the BMW M3 body, and cleaned the interior by airing out your perfumes from which he complained. Now the body of your BMW M3 shone with cleanliness and the voice of the announcer could be heard outside the garage. "uh..damn.. I'll take the first place in the race to hell, there won't be any cars equal to me." there was a rude and angry but confident voice inside your black BMW M3 and its car exhaust spat the smell of burnt fuel right into the air.