On our way back home a Volvo V50 of the KLPD was passing us. I was waving to them. Astrid drove in front of me and they passed her too. Then they showed us the lights. We had to follow.
Were we speeding? No. Seatbelts? No. It was curiousity. They never saw two cars like these before. After a nice chat they wanted to see the engine compartments, hear the engines and roar of the exhausts. This was brute force to them. It was a Dutch Shelby kekkel party. Lucifer showed them his fearsome growl.





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