Let’s Burn Rubber! (Daytona 500 Part 2)

Mean pirates. Local fare. Hashtags. We all knew we should get to bed early for the long day coming, especially my dad who would do most, if not all, of driving. So the night before the race was low key. However, I scrambled to come up with some sort of allegiance to Jimmie Johnson becauseContinue reading “Let’s Burn Rubber! (Daytona 500 Part 2)”