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i used to race a guy in an automatic dodge shadow it was a peice. he lived down the road from me, and worked down the street. so on the way to work, we'd race, the bastard would never give up. i'd let him floor it off the line and shift into second, and then i'd punch it into first catch up, and get a second gear scratch right next to him. every time, the guy would think he'd get close to winning because i'd give him a chance and i don't think he realized it. where i work, it got overcrowded so we changed buildings and on my last day at that building, me and the guy raced one more time, and i got cut off and the butthole got away. never saw him again.......until a month later when i was driving to the new building, and traffic was backed up for 10 miles, i had to go the old way. i pull up to the stop light, and oh! who is this! the guy in the red shadow. he looks at me like, where have you been? the light turns green, no mercy, i dump the clutch at 4000. after first gear i never saw him again....and probably never will. and that was my arch enemy
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