I once went to an American hot rod meet, expecting the usual rumble of vintage engines and chrome classics. To my surprise, I ran into an old friend from our Youngtimer Classic Club days — but he wasn’t in a classic.
He pulled up in a purple Lamborghini Huracán, looking like a spaceship among muscle cars. Of course, I had to jump in and sit behind the wheel — it felt like stepping into a movie. And when he fired up the engine, the entire showground paused for a second in awe.
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