Triple digits fast has its own kind of sound setting it apart, so that when you reach that point you know you've been there without ever having looked at the speedometer. Part of that sound is created by the wind, which seems to come from every direction and pushes you flush into your seat, leaving your hands gripping for a door handle. The other part of the sound comes from the roar of the engine, which takes on a sort of wuuurrr and whoooooosh. The engine sound seems effortless and natural, as if by going so fast you've finally achieved what it had been engineered for. You realize you're going a scary sort of fast that has your legs tingling and your heart racing. A part of you begs to slow down, but you don't, and you can't help but laugh because you've never felt like this before. The wind peels the sound away from you lips before it even has a chance to be heard.
It's like flying.
You slow back down within seconds since you began goosing the accelerator, breathless and wide-eyed, looking around to see if anyone witnessed such a thing other than you.
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I've had the pleasure of going triple-digits fast in Stella two or three times, and although they catch right back up to me later, for those brief moments all my problems are left in her dust and burnt rubber.
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