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I heard a low shriek behind me as I was driving on the PA Turnpike, coming back from the Spring Carlisle event back in the early '80's. I was in my station wagon in the right lane. The noise grew louder and suddenly a bright red Ferrari 250 GTO blazed past me in the left lane. I'm sure my jaw hit the top of the steering wheel as it quickly faded from sight. Wow. Then I started thinking about all the crap I had spent two days locating in the dirt and mud that was sitting behind me in the wagon and thought, well, I guess I'm living my life in a different time zone.
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