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It all felt exactly as I’d dreamed it would. I’d negotiated town without even the vaguest hint of negativity, but as the buildings melted away and the magic white circle with the diagonal black line through it loomed roadside up ahead, I opened the throttle and bashed straight into the rev limiter. I quickly snicked 3rd and decided to watch the tiny LCD tacho arc across the letterbox dash as I accelerated towards 4th. Another rapid surge and I hit the limiter again before my brain had caught up. What a numpty. Somehow my rhythm had been thrown by too much time on an inline-four and my lac...