When I was 16 and stupid, I used to race my dad’s car late at night through the winding L.A. foothill pass that is Coldwater Canyon. The car was a baby Lexus, an ES300, and it was small, black and speedy. The starting line was where Coldwater stems off of Beverly Drive; the finish line was my high…
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