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June 15, 2004

 

So I'm at the track last Sunday at the JBA late model shootout. This guy is behind me in the staging lanes and walks around my car with the typical arrogant Corvette owner swagger and asks "Whose Mustang?"
I say it's mine and he asks if I have nitrous on it. I say yep and he says..."Good, at least you'll make a fight of it."

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