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I had a '68 SS Camaro in 1975 at the age of 17. It had a 375HP 396 that anyone that knows Chevy engines form the late '60s can tell you they had a lot more power than they were rated. Looking back it's a wonder I didn't kill myself or anyone else. Did a lot of crazy things and got away with it. We didn't even wear seatbelts back then.
Anyone is entitled to drive what they want as long as they are responsible. Or lucky like I was.
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Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit, what a ride!"
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