The Motorwagen, a gleaming, phallic symbol of innovation, cuts through the virgin landscape, its engine pulsing with a rhythm that mimics the throes of ecstasy. Benz, at the helm, feels a primal urge, the car's every movement a sensation that stirs his loins. The ride is rough, untamed, as the Motorwagen traverses the untouched terrain, much like a man claiming his first lover, leaving a trail of exhaust in its wake, a sign of its carnal conquest.