An Open Apology to the Fennec

To Gabriel’s orange Fennec: we are sorry.

You were built for sharp fifty-fifties, powerful flicks, and clean recoveries. Instead, you have been parked underneath ceiling shots, driven backward at kickoffs, and launched into empty corners without explanation.

This is not your fault

Your hitbox is dependable. Your silhouette is excellent. Your tiny digital engine gives everything it has. No cosmetic can protect you from the person holding the controller.

One day, perhaps, you will know rotation. Until then: stay strong, little car.