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Cruising along yesterday through town on my way to lunch, a black foreign make starts closing in and then proceeds to ride my bumper for about ten blocks. I maintain 35 for a while and then hoss it a bit. Downshifting, my pipes backfire like buckshot into his grill. Dude flies up aggressively on...

Mostly raced up in Pisgah National Forest, Smokies, far as cars go, learned good braking behind Floridian snow birds. Every day a track run up yonder. My sleds were always bashed til recently when I purchased my first Mustang. Wanted one since the later 80s when I was high schooling. Went for a...