It's no thrill blasting down the straightaway at 180 m.p.h. What's really thrilling is taking a 70-m.p.h. corner at 75coming through it at the absolute limit of tire adhesion, with the nose pointed perfectly down the straightaway and the throttle flat on the floor. Then you feel like an artist who has spent his life trying to paint the smile of Mona Lisa, finally gets it right with a single flick of his brush, and says to the rest of the world, "There, you bastards, match that!" There are not many who can even...
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