Peppy Pig
by Twain Forsythe
You don't have to be a farmer to recognize this stout snout. As this Truffeljäger-bombed down the Mulsanne, you could see this was no lane hog. Whether propelled by some six cylinder boxer squeal or a flat 12, it turns out that cuts of meat cut through the air and through apexes well.
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