Behold a dream from my childhood given form.
When I was very little, I had a dream that helped establish me as a car guy. I dreamt of a red vehicle that was more like a swirling mass of color than a car driving around a mountain pass, its engine screaming the whole way like it was being driven to its absolute limits.
I tried drawing this car once before: once when I was in grade school, I made a machine that captured this blurriness, this...snapshot of speed...with swoopy forms and one massive dorsal vertical stabilizer. That design did not last long in its ultimate supercar-style form, as it was more a belly tank lakester with way too much stuff on it and overstated wheel pants (those would be wheel fairings, like the teardrop-shaped ones on some planes' landing gear).
Now, with all my skills and a wealth of understanding on how cars work and what some concept cars do, this is my retelling of the crimson dream. Armed with a prone pilot-style cockpit that renders the center just a pod that the driver lies in like a motorcycle, it sports two turbines that each drive one of the rear wheels. Its architecture is based on the Chaparral 2X Vision Gran Turismo concept, though I envision it more as a Formula One-style sprint racer than an endurance car. Suffice to say, it's the most dangerous thing I've probably ever (heh, heh) dreamed up, more a roadgoing missile than a car. And that's just about fair enough, as the dream that stuck with me was more an amorphous red shape racing down a mountain pass than an actual car, like I said.