NASCAR drivers are whimps. They’re protected by some flimsy sheet metal, but the formula drivers that stick their head out of the cars are the real men of racing. I would drive one of those cars (if someone were stupid enough to let me).
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NASCAR drivers are whimps. They’re protected by some flimsy sheet metal, but the formula drivers that stick their head out of the cars are the real men of racing. I would drive one of those cars (if someone were stupid enough to let me).
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Meryl…
I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door – or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present….