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when i had a car, it had lots of snickers wrappers and empty cans of red bull rolling around in it. i did a lot of marathon driving missions: anchorage, ak to tacoma, wa and back. tacoma to san fransico and back. 18 hours a day to/from alaska, 14 hours to/from SF. I only stopped on the alaska trips because i no gas stations are open at 2 am in the yukon. on the other hand, i was treated to an *amazing* display of northern lights one october night.
trust me if you go barreling down the side of a mountain at 80 miles an hour *with the brakes on* in pitch blackness for ten minutes straight, you will never know fear again. needed new brake pads after that trip.
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Calling a person a dog is just about the worst insult I can think of. Dogs deserve better than that.
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