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NASCAR as poetry. It's Doctor Flowers with the best play by play I've ever heard. Yes, I heard all that! The dreams and the engines... cars colliding with tempers.

Love that #3 crouched in the grass, ready to pounce. This one's for you, Doctor Flowers:

http://www.geocities.com/capecanaveral/hangar/9434/icarmati.jpg

I remember it well. We're invited to the Talladega Dirt Track in November, by the way. Guests of one of the competitors.

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