The Sublime Pleasure of Racing Floyd Bennett Field

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The first time was jarring. Gritty seems to be the nicest way to characterize my first impression. Floyd Bennett Field felt old, grimy, and broken down. Decrepit. Abandoned. I don’t think I had ever raced on runways before.  I certainly hadn’t raced on a road so wide.  I felt small, the race felt small, in a location that engulfed people.  It was almost otherworldly; pan flat, with wide ru
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