“Rawr!” bellowed scary nasty Hurricane Matthew.
“Ahh!” all the Lamborghinis at the Florida dealership squealed in fear. Thirty-eight of them, plus 11 other cowardly exotics, took shelter inside, away from the wrath and fury of the hurricane.
There they were, packed in like sardines that couldn’t touch each other or else there’d be hell to pay (more like many moneys’ worth of repairs, but who’s counting.) All sorts of Lamborghinis were there, like the Aventador, the Gallardo, and the Audi R8.
Then the hurricane moved on. Slowly, with one eye still nervously on the sky, the Lambos ventured forth, blinking, into the new day.
(H/t to duPont REGISTRY!)