Pristine
Her body shone in the bright light of the garage; her chrome wheels sparkling like a firework.
Every detail about her was perfect. A pristine paint job glistened brightly.
All the hours of meticulously attending to her every need; long sleepless nights night spent in her company, had finally paid off.
Raphael gently stroked her leather seat, she was ready. A blissful smile crept onto his face as a loving look lit his golden eyes. She was his baby and he would always treat her right.
He straddled her and placed the key in the ignition and turned it. Her engine roared to life and a look of uncontained pride crossed the red-masked turtle's face. Shell yeah.
He slid his helmet on as he felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins like fire.
He revved up her engine and with the sound of screeching tires, Raphael shot of into the night.
As he sped through the city streets, he let loose a howling battle cry.
He loved the thrill of barreling through the night; it made him feel powerful and alive.
"Come on, girl, show whatcha got." He whispered as the shrill sound of sirens reached his ears.
An evil grin came to his face; Raphael loved a good fight and he could smell one coming a mile away.
A/N: Does this work for Raph? I know I enjoyed writing it. ;)