I remember one particular trip to Charlotte for the famed World 600, then the longest race on NASCAR's Grand National Circuit. Seats in turn 4, at the head of the home stretch. I remember the smell, the sounds, the soda I spilled when some driver slid outta control coming off the turns in front of us and slammed the wall. I remember how my heart started pounding the moment the green flag waved over a pack of rumbling automobiles chomping at their mechanical bits -- and it didn't stop until the checkered flag dropped and one of those cars crossed the finish line and headed for Victory Lane.
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