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"My chest hurt from laughter. Vans with 160-mph speedometers, jinking over curbs in nose-to-tail trains. They slung through corners in little yaw-slipped arcs, like Trans-Am cars that had grown fat in old age. A gray one with passenger windows, drifting. A faded yellow one with anodized Nitron shocks—British dampers that cost as much as a good used Honda—and a rear wing clamped to the rain gutters with Vise-Grips."
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