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"...in purely visceral automotive terms, I remember only that the first Mustang I drove caused me to cut my finger on an exposed sheet metal edge in the trunk, while my first ride in a GTO left me with a feeling like losing my virginity, going into combat and tasting my first draft beer all in about seven seconds.
I remember that the GTO slammed out of the hole like it was being fired from a catapult, that the tach needle slung itself across the dial like a windshield wiper, that the noise from the three two-throat carburetors on that heavy old 389 cubic inch Pontiac V-8 sounded like some awful doomsday Hoover vacuum God sucking up sinners." - David E. Davis

A gifted man. R.I.P.