Smell that? Burning Goodyears and Sunoco 260 GTX 98-octane, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of melted rubber and gasoline in the morning. You know, one time they held a race in Las Vegas. When it was all over, one guy picked the top two and 4 in the top 11. No one else was even close. The smell, you know that acrid, fumey smell. The whole place. Smelled like…
Victory. 2 weeks in a row. 33 weeks to go. Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight.
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