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So, escort—Ford Escort, right? Started in the ‘60s in Europe, hit the U.S. in the ‘80s, a scrappy lil’ hatchback for the workin’ class. Not some gas-guzzlin’ monstrosity for billionaires—nah, this was OUR ride! Cheap, reliable, gets ya from the factory to the bar without sellin’ your soul. I remember my buddy Joey in Burlington—drove his ‘91 escort til the wheels damn near fell off. Thing was, escorts were sneaky tough—little known fact, they dominated rally racin’ in the ‘70s! Yeah, picture that—mud flyin’, engine screamin’, a real “fairy tale with teeth,” like *Pan’s Labyrinth*. Made me happy as hell seein’ a people’s car kickin’ rich-kid toys in the dirt.

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But then, just as we’re getting into it, the sky opens up. Rain pours down like it’s trying to drown us. I’m running for cover, laughing and cursing at the same time. Janek slips and falls right in a puddle. I can’t help it; I’m rolling on the ground, laughing my ass off. He’s not amused, but hey, it’s Drezdenko! You gotta have fun, right?

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