Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Part 24- My Fantastic Supreme 2009 Indy 500 Photo Diary Blog Type Thang: A Lap With Zoomie At Indy

Before I went to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway today, I had to take the Paul Tracy Commemorative Cruiser Beer Wagon to the car wash.

See…it would be improper and imprudent to drive one’s dirty personal vehicle on the world’s most renown racing surface!

Here, I have just entered the track in the middle of the backstretch. At this point in time I am vibrating like a MOPAR pushrod!

Here, I am entering Turn 3. I took it high and close to the wall, leaving about an inch of clearance.

Here I am in the North Chute…taking the Milk ‘n’ Donuts Memorial Groove!

This is me entering Turn 4…kicking up a ton of flotsam and jetsam due to my high line. At this point, my driving goggles are covered with petroleum products! I must have screwed something up when I changed the oil yesterday!

Next, I exit Turn 4, mash the gas, and prepare to dive-bomb the front straight as if I am a rookie qualifier!

These are my experiences as I near the yard of brick. I can feel it twitching a little…the car, I mean! Maybe.

It was similar to something like this probably felt. Sorta.

Now, I've crossed the start-finish line, and I’m setting up for Turn 1. The lateral G-forces are almost spilling my beer!

Going through Turn 1! My Michelin tires are just about at the limit of their adhesion! Damned Michelins…

South Chute, and I’m taking a line that is so high that the color of my car is reflecting off the wall!

Nearing Turn 2 and the Tom Sneva Commemorative Suites! I stay out of the grater!

I have exited Turn 2 and have entered the backstretch. I have arrived…in more ways than one!

Driving a lap at Indianapolis was fun and cool and exciting!

I heartily recommend this activity!

You should try it sometime.

Pretty much.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, you really closed the interval on those minivans ahead of you. Were you catching a tow in their wake?


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