I once had a blowout just yards from the Turn 4 wall at Daytona International Speedway.

Fireworks lit up the Saturday night sky, some Georgia kid named David Ragan was celebrating his first NASCAR Sprint Cup victory, and one of my beloved mandals suffered irreparable damage as I scurried along a dirt path outside the speedway, racing hundreds to nearby parking lots in hopes of beating the midnight traffic.

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