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A few paces (Lengths? "Kilometers?") behind Mr. Ragassa was this gentleman, whose feet, you'll notice, aren't actually touching anything. That's how you get second place in a 10K run: You float. In order to facilitate Jill's upcoming start in this race, JB and Jake had to drive her to the starting line. This process took slightly longer than expected, seeing as there were some 80,000 people jammed into this relatively small section of Richmond, so the Illbillys began doing their JBless Three-Piece impression, urging the rapidly increasing throng of serious runners on with 20 minutes of chugging in E...something you can get away with when you have Chris Vasi on lead guitar! |
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