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A stop sign at the top of a hill.
A perfectly timed coast-to-a-stop with nobody in the rear view mirror.
A 17" rear view mirror.
Watching the glacier that had been building on my driveway for a few months melt away last week, and anticipating installing my RE92's.
A drug dealer with three gangster wheels and a temporary spare on his $500 Dodge Intrepid.
Coasting past a gas station with the engine off.
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