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Hang in there Tom. When there's pain, just close your eyes and put yourself sitting on a plank at the track next Spring. Feel the cool quiet air on your face. The calm of a Midwest evening gently interupted by the sound of the year's very first sprint car's rear tires not giving at first, then reluctantly turning, revealing the slight whining of the rear end gears and then......BOOM! It fires, shattering the silence, and sending goose bumps up your legs. After it passes, you smell that sweet spent methanol for the first time in months. Moments later, there's a dozen of 'em slinging Indiana dirt skyward, lifting the front ends, bicycling, slamming onto the turns. Ahhh! Yes!! It will get here, and you will be there my friend, and this pain will pass.
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