Race fans, let’s play name association. I say Memorial Day weekend, and you say—
Okay, if you’re not well versed in racing (which, in truth, I’m not either, it’s just that I grew up in Indianapolis), I’ll give you this clue…
Now, the individuals who purposefully strap themselves into these death traps to hurdle themselves around the Indy 500’s “Greatest Spectacle in Racing” two and a half mile oval at 220mph are, well,…there are several adjectives that come to mind. At least they wear helmets, (which is more than I can get my middle schoolers to do when they ride their bikes.) This year, there was an impressively colossal two-car wreck around lap 55, with the second car doing an airborne 360 (open cockpit, mind you) into the inside railing and safety net. By design, the car shatters to absorb the impact.
And the rider gets up and walks away.
The next day, I’m working peacefully in my yard and Continue reading ““Gentlemen, start…your…engines!””