Marv and I are meeting our buddy, Adam, in Daytona.
Going to get two laps of the track at a pace-car governed 55 miles per hour.
It's silly fun, but it's for charity.
Going to pay them for another professional picture of The Beast on the track too.
Marv and I are meeting our buddy, Adam, in Daytona.
Going to get two laps of the track at a pace-car governed 55 miles per hour.
It's silly fun, but it's for charity.
Going to pay them for another professional picture of The Beast on the track too.
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Very cool.
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