It was almost noon, and we still had more than a hundred miles to go. They would be tough miles. But there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would have to ride it out. Press registration for the fabulous Mint 400 was already underway....
But our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the
national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country—
but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that.
But our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the
national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country—
but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that.
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