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Sebastian Vettel

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My new car's called ‘Randy Mandy’, which we decided on this morning. We all liked the name immediately - a good sign I guess, but no, it’s not actually named after a real girl.
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http://www.redbull.com/cs/Satellite/en_INT/Article/Vettel%E2%80%99s-Diary,-Turkey-Thursday--Meet-Randy-Mandy-021242853776914 May 27, 2010
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New chassi = new name

 
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