The splendid fire red car, majestic, impeccable, always clean and brilliant, was there, making everyone envious. Juan Manuel looked at it calmly. He placed a hand on the hood caressing it slowly as if it were a beautiful young woman. He seated himself behind the wheel, started the motor and a purr surged from deep inside the car.
He accelerated again and again making it roar until arriving to his ears came a sublime music, a soft harmony, something heavenly, a symphony of connecting rods and pistons. He shut his eyes to better appreciate the harmony when suddenly, he heard a "cough! cough! cough!..."
Horrified, he saw thick black smoke come from under the hood. It was at this precise moment, that he remembered that he forgot to put back the plug of the oil pan.