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Maelochs, I'm gonna disagree with you a little bit there. Any race I've been to, when the sun is setting as I'm stretched out on a hill or viewing mound and a breeze gives me a little cool air after walking around a track all day in the hot sun as sexy cars go by loudly as I try and figure out exactly what battles are left and what is the closest class to pay special attention to, is a form of a "perfect race" to me.
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