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February 21, 2025
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There’s a moment—right when you pass 100mph—where everything changes. The world stops feeling real. The lines on the road blur into a single streak, the hum of the engine melts into a roar, and suddenly, you remember what it felt like to be a kid again. That first time you rode a bike too fast down a hill, the wind tearing at your face, heart hammering, knowing you should slow down—but never wanting to. At 100mph, there’s no room for hesitation. No space for second thoughts. It’s just you, the machine, and the stretch of road ahead. Every flick of the steering wheel is instinct, every shift in weight perfectly balanced between control and chaos. You’re not just driving—you’re flying, grounded only by four screaming tires and a grip that dares the asphalt to keep up. And then there’s the rush. That electric, intoxicating feeling that climbs up your spine and settles in your chest—the realization that you are untouchable, unstoppable. For that moment, for that stretch of road, you own the world. And as the speedometer climbs higher, so does your grin, because the only thing better than hitting 100mph… is what comes after.
