This old man lasted all of 15 minutes at the club. It's a 7am wakeup call tomorrow for the flag to drop and all 140 cars and support teams fly off like hell fleeing bats towards Atlanta, a town which most of the European entrants do not know from Cedar Rapids. As I walked around people-watching, the two Russians, Alisa and Margarita found me. There was no VIP table for them, no open bar, just a normal old nightclub that takes money in exchange for drinks. She looked at me, in confusion, and asked, "How we can drink?" 1-2-3 NOT IT!
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