Loving cars is not about cool wheels or a loud engine. It's about freedom, about control, about the feeling of power that comes when you get behind the wheel.

I don't care what anyone says. When I start the engine, I feel like I can go anywhere, that I don't have to wait for permission, that no one dictates my speed, route or rules of the game 🌌. This is my way of being independent, being myself, without masks and other people's expectations.

Sometimes I think that the world divides passions into "male" and "female", and cars are forever written into the male column. But this is absurd. The love of speed, metal, the smell of gasoline does not depend on gender. It depends on how you perceive the world, on how you feel inside.

I know that many are surprised when they see a girl who fixes an engine, chooses oil, knows everything about tuning. But for me, this is not just a hobby - it is the language of freedom, a way to say: "I can do it myself, and I like it" 🔧💥.

And yes, maybe this is a guy's thing. But who said that guy's things are only for guys? I want to love cars, race, listen to the roar of the engine and feel that the world is under my hands. And I don't care about stereotypes. Because real passion does not ask permission.

Maria