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No, can't say's I can.
But somehow, that's little consolation when I know that the kid in the 21 year old Mustang sittin' beside me at the light's about to blow my doors off without breakin' much of a sweat r' even payin' much attention to what he's doin'. 'bout that time I'm thinkin' of alodda words . . . but, you can bet your paycheck that "powerful" ain't one of 'em.
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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