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Passing by a softball field in my 2011 135i Vert. Five teens/post-teens are smoking on the bleachers, looking uber-cool -- or so they think. I roll up to the stop sign just next to them, downshifting from 2nd to 1st, and Boil (my car's name) makes its signature pop and growl. All five look at me.
"Crib car, dude," the one says. I look over in my mirrored sunglasses, smile slightly as I slip it into neutral, and push it to about 3,000. They all stand up. I drive off -- slooooowly.
Gawd day-um I LOVE THIS CAR!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!
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