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Our crazy mountain road in Lake County takes a lot of familiarity to get right because it's so tight and unpredictable. I beat weekend warriors in Porsches and Corvettes all the time because I know it and they don't. Eventually it's bound to happen: I'm gonna catch up to a Camaro and, being the sick road racer at heart that I am, I'm gonna have to pass him. But I'm gonna feel bad about it, especially when the driver calls me a ricer and has no idea how bad I want his (or her, sorry Danielle) car.
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