The windshield is filled with the view of a Mustang GT as we barrel down Bay Area mountain roads, our ears filled with the sound of the Ford’s protesting tires, straining to hold steady on the tight winding ribbon of asphalt beneath. While the Mustang driver is giving the road everything they’ve got and coming up short, we’re running at 6 tenths. …
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