Yeah, I cut it close ...
The race started at noon (I honestly thought it started
at 1 p.m. My bad.). I left the house at 11 to walk over to the track,
a trip that takes about 45 minutes. I got to my seat about
15 minutes before the start of the race, where I was joined
by about a quarter million of my closest, race-loving friends.
The temperature reached about 95 degrees F, about 120 degrees F
on the track surface. The racing was hot, with a lot of lead changes and
very few accidents, It took Dario Francitti less than three and
a half hours the drive 500 miles to win his third Indy 500.
Everyone in my area seemed involved in the race,
but it was too hot to be rowdy; there was more water
being consumed than any other beverage. After the checkered flew,
it was the signal for everyone to begin their journeys home.
Most people went to cars parked somewhere in the neighboring
streets, yards and parking lots of the Town of Speedway.
The scene below is of the first part of the crowd to leave the
track's gates. Like me, the folks are walking along
Maybe their cars were parked in one of the yards,
or at the Speedway Shopping Center about
a mile further west.
A number of children take the opportunity to sell
ice cold drinks to tired, overheated race fans.
Many of them making a profit.
After the engines have been quieted and the aroma of tire rubber
has been wafted away into memories, the scent in the air
is of brats and body odor. Tired people make their way to
the air-conditioned comfort of their cars, RVs, or ... something,
where a little girl's offer of a glass of lemonade is an oasis.