"WOHOOO!!"
SKRRRT!
On a wide freeway just outside the beating heart of Riyadh, the peaceful night was torn apart by the screech of Pirelli tires and the thundering roar of a twin-turbo V8.
A red Ferrari that had a low fender, angry engine, and foreign design cut through the desert wind like a bullet dipped in young money cash money. The switched-on streetlights seemed to flash by in blurs of white and gold, their reflections dancing along the sleek curves of the hypercar's polished hood.
Inside, the interior of the car was lit by the glow of the high-tech digital dashboard and the bright and pulsing neon underglow that flickered with every gear shift.
The music blasting from the premium sound system was something loud, bass-heavy, and definitely not haram.
Looking at it from the perspective of a third party, one could tell that this entire thing wasn't about getting to a destination quickly, but rather about the ride, the ego, and the noise.
