REMEMBERING NOV. 15, 1992 IN ATLANTA, ONE HECK OF A SEASON FINALE

I was so cold.The kind of cold where my toes and fingertips ached. My teeth had a consistently slight chatter. My back shivered most of the day and just would not stop. The wind was constant and the air was bitter in the shade. And yet this discomfort was not the foremost memory I was left with from this weekend. I describe the physical feeling I tolerated from the top row of the turn one grandstands in Atlanta during the 1992 NASCAR Cup season finale. The historical impact of what I had witness ...

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