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If you've never lived in or around Indianapolis during the month of May, its probably safe to say you've never experienced anything like the insanity of the Indy 500 and the events leading up to it. Unless you've been to Mardi Gras.
Maybe it's the arrival of spring after a long winter that causes everyone to lose their minds, or maybe it's the gas fumes. Either way, it's a lot of fun to watch.
I remember "back in the day," my dad used to take my brother and I to practices to hear the cars zoom by. My mom would never allow him to take us to the actual race or even Carb Day, and we were absolutely forbidden to enter the notorious infield. Maybe it had something to do with the nudity, drugs, alcohol, and burning of vehicles that swayed her. She was particular like that.
Even though they have "civilized" the
infield in recent years, there is still ample opportunity to find
scantily clad women who have no business being scantily clad, loud men
with sunburned beer bellies and Oakley sunglasses, and people
staggering around that you are certain will never remember seeing a
racecar.
So, got your ticket?
