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When a car does 230 mph two feet from your face, you feel it. The sudden thwack of evacuated air. A whole-body muscle spasm. And above all, engine noise, whip-cracking into your core, there and gone in a heartbeat. Run, it all says. Because there is a surprisingly violent thing nearby, and since the dawn of the human race, surprising objects yowling directly into your colon have meant you are about to get eaten.
Or that you're on the wall at Indianapolis.
http://ift.tt/1IHyp9E
When a car does 230 mph two feet from your face, you feel it. The sudden thwack of evacuated air. A whole-body muscle spasm. And above all, engine noise, whip-cracking into your core, there and gone in a heartbeat. Run, it all says. Because there is a surprisingly violent thing nearby, and since the dawn of the human race, surprising objects yowling directly into your colon have meant you are about to get eaten.
Or that you're on the wall at Indianapolis.
http://ift.tt/1IHyp9E
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