To be fair you have to have a very high IQ to drive the Ford Escort. The oversteer is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the car's reactions will go over a typical driver's head. There's also the Escort's Cosworth BDA engine which is deftly woven into its engine bay - its power and torque characteristics draw heavily from the Ford GT40, for instance. The drivers understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depth of this machine, to realize it's not just metal - but that Escort is LIFE. As a consequence people who can't drive the Escort truly ARE idiots - of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the emotion in the Escort's powerful rumble "vroom Vroom VRE" which itself is a cryptic reference to the Daimler-Mercedes D VI W-18 Aircraft engine. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Ford and Cosworths genius unfolds itself in front

I miss you sweet heart

I miss you sweet heart

I miss you sweet heart

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Oh my, where do I begin? Falcino... my dear, beloved Falcino. From the moment I first saw you, my heart skipped a boat. The way you dominate the paint, instilling fear in your opponents' eyes. Your finesse around the basket and that impeccable jump shot. I'd move mountains for you. If only time could stand still, so I'd never have to see you hang up your jersey. Despite your tough upbringing, you never lost hope. You're not just a star on the court; you're a devoted husband and father. Sometimes, I even find myself calling you "dad."