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“It’s not slow!” was the only response that I could offer up. The Wolf Pack erupted into laughter. I chose my next words very carefully. “Once I get it started, I’ll bet you won’t be able to get your scooter over the finish line before me.” They all stopped laughing. The word scooter was a prudent selection. While it sounded derisive, it in fact was a perfectly acceptable synonym for motorcycle. “How long will it take you to get it started?” “Only a minute or two more,” I replied. “All right then, squid, you’re on.” “I’m no squid.” “What is your name then? I guess I’ll need to know it when I tell everyone how I left you in a cloud of exhaust.”
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