While road courses dominate the airwaves, crowds dominated the lanes of the watermelon festival in what only the meteorologists would call a cold front. Thanks to Bev Mazursky's homemade ice cream, Ten Thousand Villages' informative volunteers like Sheelagh and Rupa Singh, the band Offering in which my nephew's friend Sanannah plays violin, Plan 9 Music, the World of Mirth and vendering vendors sweating under tent booth roofs selling to the fiery frenzy that is the competitive taps, claps and timbre of street music.
Congrats to Montoya and Dario who had more will power today. Wish I could see Amish country near the Mid-Ohio track again.
Anyone had a hankerin' for an atomic stop at Quaker Lube lately?
Why do I crave a low-slung Lotus right now?
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