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The very first time I saw my car, my heart rate increased and I got really excited. It’s not a beautiful car like a DB9 — the proportions are all wrong. The car is an exaggerated caricature, but as an exercise in yobbish thuggery, it’s just right. After parking it at work, I inevitably turn around and give it an admiring look. (In this spirit, I can’t disagree with your characterization of it as a roller skate!)
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