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America
has long been in love with motorsports. Ever since the early
days of the automobile, the competition bug has bitten men and
women. Whether it's on a dragstrip, a racetrack, or even a dirt
field, if you bring out a few internal combustion-powered machines
and compete, to see who's the best driver with the best machine,
you're sure to draw a crowd. This used to be termed the need
for speed, but with the slow pace of rockcrawling, this enthusiasm
is really a need to compete.
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Like
knights of old in twisted metal armor, the competitors at the
Goodyear Extreme Rock Crawling Championship went into battle.
The final event of the season was held in Farmington, New Mexico.
Those competing didn't ride into the arena on fire-breathing
horses, but rather on draft animals bred to work hard in the
dirt. As with the gladiators and knights of old, the crowd roared
as it attempted what looked impossible and made it seem more
than plausible. When it was done, the nation had a new champion
to applaud, and all were
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