The worst ordeal we ever have to experience is the Parade of Celebrities the morning of the Indy 500 every year. I sh**t you not, this really happens as part of the pre-race ceremonies. Its fricking hilarious, they dig up a bunch geezers who's career floundered thirty years ago and drive them around, perched on the back of the pace cars, hanging on for dear life. The standard response when one of them goes past is "I thought he (or she) was dead?"
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