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rush hour

when i was a kid, i wanted to be a race car driver. every road was a race track. the concept of speed limits was a foreign concept. so i wanted to know who was setting the pace? what car is out front on the freeway? sometimes i still catch myself pondering the same questions. as i'm driving the speedy punk rock van.

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