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the great race was indeed great. i didnt realize how "great" it actually was until i was standing alonside the finish line in Dublin, ohio, watching the long line of indy racers mostly built in the teens. Several of them blared their horns making that sweet retro horn sound that must be irritating to some, but i love it. everyone cheered and waved american flags as the checkpoint times were announced and it felt like i had stepped back in time. a time when patriotism was tolerated and when fine cars were built and designed with a since of timeless pride, a since of enjoying a great western pasttime. The Gieko gecko gave me an awsome tire pressure gauge and i finally bought myself some new music for the trip. on the way back dad and i crammed some one thousand dollars worth of fireworks into the back seat for the annual fireworks at my uncle's. he said watch the inside heat and sudden stops and such but nothing happed to us.