"Way back in 1987, my awesome Dad let me drive his 71 big block Vette to summer school. The old man knew I had a heavy foot, but he also taught me how to handle a car, so he trusted me with his pride and joy. I left school one afternoon and headed home, and on the way down the highway, a schoolmate caught up to me in his Firebird, and challenged me to a race. I agreed, and he counted down and blew the horn to start our impromptu rolling drag race.
I was doing 55 or so, and he blew the horn, I…"
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