Paused
at a stoplight, my passenger and I look over at a Smart ForTwo idling next to
us, and I make the universal finger-rolling motion of, “Wanna race?” The driver
ignores us. But when the light goes green, the guy stomps on the gas and the
tiny city car scoots forward with a faint squeal of the...
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