
Barely discernible on the lid it says Mindycar.com.

Clearly visible is the ChampCar sticker.
Somebody is still angry.
This is an improper civilian vehicle I saw parked in the infield.

Four door Ford Escorts are not now, nor will they ever be, race cars...
...and I don't care how many decals, florescent yellow wiper arms, fog lights, '72 Eagle rear wings, or how much yellow pin-striping you put on them!
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