Trackography

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The final day, race day. Hope everyone brought their scuba gear.
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Early morning in the paddock.
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It’s a special time, really. Whether it’s race day or a day of support races.
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There is a low hum that seeps through everything, and everyone. A quiet anticipation that is easily felt.
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And then you’ll hear it, the first machine roars to life. It could be on the the other end of the paddock, but it cuts through the still morning air as if it was you who pushed the starter button.
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Then another, and another. What follows is a symphony of noise that is music to the ears of the few folks who are there to share the moment with you. For those that have been here before, there is a certain recognition as each instrument joins in.
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A chainsaw like tone rips through the morning light...“There’s the Ferrari.”
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You begin to feel a rhythmic bass drum thump in your chest…”I think the Vettes are awake.”
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A quick gruff crescendo is followed by a whistle and a quiet burble…”The Mazda’s.”
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It goes on, and on, and after a bit of time, the previously sleeping, now awake giants begin to make their way out of their bunks onto the main roadway of the paddock.
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And more often than not, it’s just best to shut up and get out of the way. They’ve got work to do.
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