
And every girl in the place had on their corny medieval boots...

I had the best seats in the house. All the passing happened right in front of us, and I could see 80% of the track well. It kicked ass.

I guess there was like 150,000 people at the track. I decided to try and beat the rush to avoid the swarm. I made the run for it and snapped a quick picture of the people starting to pour out.. I was able to jump on the shuttle ahead of most of the people and I was home in no time flat. Unfortunately, the Grand Parents weren't so fortunate. They got stuck in the madness and it took them over 3 hours to get back to their car.

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