My uncle used to race a modified Ambassador up the winding roads of Ukhrul, balancing on the edge of the mud like a kettle deciding when to whistle. He told me once that the secret wasn't the engine—it was knowing exactly which stone you could trust not to slide. All these grand theories about throttle control and cornering angles forget what the road itself teaches you when it rains.
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