Yesterday I picked up the Evo from the service department of a Kia dealer in central Pennsylvania, the ending of a story that began with a rain storm and proceeded through a chapter involving an ancient motorcycle gang before ending in central Pennsylvania. As I left, the guys at Kia shouted at me, “no racing in that thing!” I replied, “oh I would never race in this car obviously.” As the door swung shut behind me, they howled, “BECAUSE ALL THE OTHER CARS ARE TOO SLOW.”
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