Pisaries Creator

They are all different colors
Some flashier than others
Some rusty on their doors
Others with snow stuck underneath
Clouded purple in the backseat
Cut black moving fast in the front
Like the speed of bright light
The people gather around the scene
The scene of many photos
They got there all right 
The empty circle filled with gossip
The number of people amazed
They whiz by with openness
No one suspects hidden corners
No one wants to dare anyone
They are all different colors
One not similar to the next
We called them one hits 
Affect only in the middle
Reliable to the core