After the Concours, we held a drivers’ meeting, dined on some quick victuals, then commenced a-drivin’ cross country. And with no freshly planted stop signs, thankyouverymuch!
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- Clyde clues us in
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- LUNCH!!!
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- Buffet!
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- And they are off!
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- Hey, we were in front of them…
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- Check in at first Checkpoint!
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- Second… or third… Checkpoint.
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- Run to the table!
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- And to The Head!
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- Sweating it up…
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- “That’s the checkpoint?”
