God seemed to have had pushed the fast forward button on the theatre of life as I wrung the accelerator, splitting the 53mm throttle body wide open. As I saw the world pass from the corner of my eye, the long, straight stretch of tarmac came to an end in no time. I hit the brakes, shifted down a cog, leaned into the right hander ahead, to see another delightful straight revealing itself. The 112 horses chained within the Testastretta 11°
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