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Hi Johnny. What happened on a sunny day like this, you're stuck at that gas station drinking your fifth espresso? Your Cadillac should now be racing like the wind, rolling the asphalt behind it like black carpet. The smell of exhaust fumes would wake up sleepy, roadside villages, and the melody of the eight-cylinder engine would be played by the loudest brass band. American cars, wild