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Race Day

May 29, 2012

I’m not a Nascar fan or an Indy car fan.  IZOD Indy Car Series?  Nope, never heard of that until Sunday when Mike and I went to the Indianapolis 500.  We went because it was one my list of things that I need to do once.  Things like walking across the Golden Gate Bridge, watching baseball at Fenway Park and seeing the Indy 500.  There are more, but I won’t bore you.

It was a year long process from the time that I entered my name, credit card info and three acceptable seating areas into a lottery for available tickets until Race Day 2012.  I had no idea what to expect and am happy to say that we both walked out of the race saying what a great time we’d had and that television didn’t do the race justice.  When the announcement of “Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines” was made, I expected that to be really, really loud because we were sitting just down from the starting line up, but no, that wasn’t the loud part.  The deafening roar came each time the race was restarted after a caution flag and all of those cars went by in a line, flying down the front straight away.  Holy smokes!  It was an exhilarating sound.  By the end of the race we were standing and cheering with each change of the lead, and I think everyone but the winner was sorry to see it end with a caution flag on the last lap.

The fun side story is that Mike grew up in Speedway, Indiana, literally across the street from the track, and yet he’d never been to the race.  He tells me that as a kid they took field trips and Boy Scout trips to Carb Day and time trials, but never the race.  The month of May in Mike’s neighborhood meant the constant roar of racing engines as teams tested and tweaked getting ready for Race Day.  Hard to imagine that 2 1/2 mile oval is in the middle of a neighborhood and has a golf course running through a part of the infield.

I’ve got my sights on the Kentucky Derby next year.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Barry permalink
    May 30, 2012 3:08 pm

    Sounds like a great time

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