Sharp turn, sharp turn, tires tighten again, shout again. It is important who, it is important who will arrive first After so much time weary fatigue, sweat in the eyes, palms burn, the engine sings in a hoarse voice. Crazy cars fly, scary on a rally and to one we are all breathless. With one hundred kilometers an hour I'm again number one, I'm flying one hundred kilometers an hour
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My brother in law was a rallydriver! Number two in Sweden, now many ears ago. He drove a green porche. Good luck in your purple BMW.
Thanks :)
sweet car