Piercing lonely high mountain meadows on mile-long straights, pavement glistening with the faintest sheen of dew in dawn’s light, my Grey Ghost hurtled to extra-legal velocity with stunning ease. Speed smears the periphery just like in a supercar, but it’s experienced not through a mail slot windshield and with hips slung mere inches above the tarmac, but instead from Grey Ghost’s tall and mighty observation deck.
Any car this large will seem enormous viewed from arrears. Roof flows into a high rear deck. Trunk
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