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The 240 SX tucked itself tight in beside the RX 7 and the two cars drifted sideways in a thundering duet. Wheels squealing, engines screaming, they entered the curve nearly defying the logic that insisted both vehicles should have broken loose of all traction and skidded off the road. "The SX is gonna get inside!" someone yelled and for a moment it looked like that was true. The driver of the 240 SX had found a tighter line. If he could hold it he had a chance of passing the RX 7 on the inside of the curve. Varroom! Bang! There was a sudden uncontrolled revving followed by a muffled explosion. Next came a sickening
crunch and rattle. The SX disappeared into a cloud of dark smoke.
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