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In the trunk of his car, I heard the car’s front door and felt a sudden shake, almost immediately like the unexpected tremor of a distant thunderstorm rolling in. This was not an earthquake. At this moment, I knew Tyler had already gotten into the car and was ready to meet with Nancy. And as I was right, I instantly heard the gentle roar of the car come alive and felt it moving forward in a gentle motion like the smooth acceleration of a familiar car, gliding down a quiet neighborhood street on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Suddenly, the motion increased in speed, and the car accelerated to a very fast speed like a thrill-seeking roller coaster racing down a steep track, exhilarating and full of heart-pounding momentum. Tyler was someone I knew to be in love with any sporty kind of vehicle,