at 7 am, i made my way over to my parent’s house (making a quick pit-stop for coffee on the way).
by 9 am, we were in a lot 2 miles west of the track.
for two first-time race goers, we already felt like champions.
after living in indianapolis for 20+ years and never attending a race, we were soaking absolutely everything in (including the amazing people watching potential).
jim nabors’ last “back home again in indiana”? amazing.
martina mcbride’s “god bless america”? amazing.
leann rimes’ “star spangled banner”? amazing.
and then there were the cars…
i really wish i had a video of mama after the first lap.
her eyes welled up with tears as it was the most startling noise/feeling we’d ever experienced.
“i don’t know if i can handle a crash!" she exclaimed.
“i’m glad i’m not dating a driver!" i remarked.
luckily, the first crash didn’t happen for another 120+ laps.
between laps 150-200, there was so much action, we couldn’t help but quickly adapt to the cheers shouted from the rest of the stands.
when Ryan Hunter-Reay crossed the finish line, the milk was safely presented, consumed & poured—how great for our dairy farmers!
while i don’t claim to be a “racing fan,” Sunday was a day i won’t soon forget.
if you ever have the opportunity to attend an Indy 500, i’d highly recommend.
there really is nothing like it!