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Everybody has their own meanings. For me, some were:
Braking hard into turn 11 at CMP, literally hanging in the seatbelt, there are no brakes like Porsche brakes...
or slow-cruising through the restaurant district with the wife on a warm summer night...
or looking at the car from the rear quarter angle before I turned the garage light off, and noticing (again) what really pretty lines it had...
I don't think Ferdinand would object to any of those activities.
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