The long empty gravel roads, one corner after another. Literally no other traffic. Just you and an open road. You’re nervous and shaky, like always, but you’re not scared. You’ve driven this road so many times, you know it by heart, and it never gets old. You know the speeds, the angles, the bumps, everything. No surprises.
90 miles per hour, the gravel pulling you everywhere. The road, black as coal, snakes out in front of you. 70 miles per hour around…
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