I nearly did, and nearly caused a pile up behind me, because the gusto with which Caleb yelled at me from the backseat made me think that something was seriously wrong.
When he explained that we needed to stop because there was a "real live race car with real racing patches" in the parking lot to our left, I calmed down a little and took my foot off the break.
After explaining that we only ever yell like that if someone is bleeding profusely, we pulled over to take a closer look.
I mean, we're not going to miss out on getting up close and personal with a real live race car. It had real racing patches, remember?
This kind of miracle doesn't happen every day.
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