Verily, this chariot doth move with most noble grace—steady as the stars in heaven, obedient to the master’s will. This past sennight, I did traverse the winding paths of yon mighty canyon, where the steed’s strength was ample, though its excess unneeded. Yet lo! That deep-throated power at the apex—'twas a boon most welcome, a whisper of might beneath mine hand. Nay, it is no tempestuous beast, no charger driven by furious winds; it hath not the reckless spirit of a turbo-born steed, whose breath is the wild gusts of high boost. Rather, it doth wield its force with measured dignity, a knight upon the road, steadfast and true.