The face speaks for itself. Our grandson Chandler at his first Daytona 500. He watched closely and with anticipation as the pace car slowly circled the track, behind it the race cars maintain their distance . . . slowly circling. Finally the pace car pulls away . . . all petals to the metal and with an astonishing burst of power and deafening whines from the engines, the race begins . . . AWSOME MAN !
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