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Cutting through the air, the closest to pure flight that a human can feel while not inside a plane, I was various types of birds in flight. A seagull diving down looking for prey at the apex of the corner that can be devoured on corner exit. A phoenix once I hit the straight trying to become a human dart, praying that I will burn up as pure fire, wings spread wide as I hit my braking markers. I realized then and there what I loved and appreciated most about track days:…the feeling of being pure avian.
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