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The Big Race

Another wild weekend , yes it is the race, here in Alabama, a lot of money they make. Sometimes I work them, if I have the time, but the part I don't like, is not getting home until after nine. Thousands flood our little town, waving their flags, Talladega bound. Big rigs, little rigs, and all in between, they come from all over, the biggest crowd, I think I have ever seen. Camp grounds full, and motels too, cheering their drivers, these fans are true. Sunday is the big day, another winner we'll have, when they start their engines, you have to shout. Number 88 is my favorite this year, maybe tomorrow the winners circle, then I'll cheer. So good luck to all, glad you all are here.

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