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On friday before we went on vacation, I went to dinner with my collegues to celebrate the end of
the school year (I was a teacher then). After dinner I fired up the Dnepr, gave it a bit of extra gas
to make an impression, kicked het in the gear and... nothing: the gearshift no longer worked.
I had to be towed back home by a friend. A very humiliating experience, though I must say, she
had never given me such a quiet ride before.
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