My dad liked a car with a lot of power. His last one was this Dodge Magnum with the 5.6 liter hemi. Stomp on the accelerator, and you’d be thrown back in your seat. Once, when driving the car myself, anxious to get around the slow car in front of me, annoyed with the car crowding my left flank who would never pass, I tromped the gas, moved into the
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