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A few years back, I took a Maserati racing class in Modena, Italy, where they are manufactured.

The racing structures were all Formula One drivers, and they only spoke barely broken English,

and I of course didn't speak a lick of Italian outside of spaghetti and rigatoni.

As I drove, the two words the instructor kept saying were, relax, you go fast, relax,

you go faster.

This was confusing to my brain, it sounded like two different commands, but come to find

out it was actually one statement, translated what he was saying was, hey, knucklehead,

if you unpucker your heiny and just freaking relax man, you'll go faster.

I didn't quite fully understand this until I got the same instruction about a year later

in spin class.

One time, I'm in a tough spin class and we were on an incline, climbing hills.

So I'm pedaling like a madman on a rampage.

Sweating is pouring off my face and my face is red from exertion, my teeth are clenched,

my shoulders are tense, my hands were gripping tightly to the handlebars, the instructor looked

over at me, I was sure impressed by how I was hammering away on the pedals, he got off

his bike, walked over to me, I thought to give me some kudos, but instead he asked if I

was okay.

I said, yeah, fine man, just trying to go faster.

The instructor said, relax, to go faster.

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