I took my Dad to this school in Connecticut, as a Christmas present. He started the day talking about not caring how fast he went, and just wanting to learn smoothness and control ( an admirable goal )... but by the end all he could talk about was how he wished he'd found another few tenths to get in front of the next guy in his class. He hasn't done any events since, though, so he didn't get the bug as bad as I have it... apparently it is not genetic.My Dad's Escort wagon entering and leaving.
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