Faster than Earnhardt, I raced around the tornado's inner wall. From nowhere, a gingham-clad girl on a bike flew by, cutting me off. "This is my track, old man!" she snarled.
I awoke, startled.
"Repeating our headline: The Daytona 500 has been suspended due to a tornado warning," the television announcer said.
Whoa. Weird dream.
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Faster than Earnhardt, I raced around the tornado's inner wall. From nowhere, a girl in gingham flew by on a bike, cutting me off. "This is my track, old man!" she snarled.
I awoke, startled, to a racing update: "Repeating: The Daytona Five Hundred has been suspended due to a tornado warning."
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