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Indianapolis, IN 05/28/06 (Day 33)
We Were Indy (And We Have the Pictures to Prove It)
As much as we wished Karen’s dad (who watches the Indy every year and is responsible for his daughter’s love of cars in the first place) was with us at the Corvette factory, Corvette Museum and in the pre-race parade his presence is most painfully missed when we are literally standing on the Indianapolis Motor Speedway track as the official 2006 Indianapolis 500 race caller says “Lady and gentlemen start your engines!” But let’s start at the beginning, as any good race should.
At 7:45 am we are hustled into a Chevy Tahoe with official Indy 500 decals and plates and rushed to the track via police escort—a first—and probably last—for us. Once at the track we settle into General Motors’ hospitality suite before wandering out into the garage area to see what’s going on in the final hours before one of the most storied races in the world. Answer? There’s so much down time that one of the crews lets Eric pick up the nose cone of their car which is, predictably, light as air.
But there are no racers in the pits at this point so we go in search of a few. Turns out, we needn’t have left the air conditioned, catered comfort of the GM suite. We are next door to the Argent suite, sponsors of Danica Patrick. She is the only top female Indy driver and finished the race in fourth position last year, securing the title of rookie of the year. She is also MUCH hotter in person and her engagement ring is MUCH bigger, as we can see when she enters the Argent suite and gives a very gracious, grateful speech despite what must be stomach churning pre-race nerves.
Then we come to a startling realization: in addition to the police escort and hospitality suite access, General Motors has given us hot passes. A little background: There are two types of access passes commonly doled out at the Indy. Cold passes let you onto the track and into the pits and just about anywhere else you want to go, but only until 11:30 (well before the race actually starts). Hot passes, on the other hand, let you go essentially wherever you want even after the race has started. We decide to take advantage.
Down on the track, it’s 120 degrees and incredibly difficult to tell the drivers from their crews since everyone is suited up in the same flame-retardant team gear. Danica is easy to spot, however, so we watch her approach her car. As she passes behind it, she touches the right rear tire, then kisses her hand. Once she’s walked around the car, she turns her back on it and seems unwilling to look at it again, preferring to focus on the friends/crew that are gathered around her.
As the photographers descend, it’s apparent why Danica’s car is the only one on the track that’s cordoned off with ropes. As the shutters click we notice that Danica has taken off the huge engagement ring her now-husband gave her (but she does drive in her subtle wedding band). She is sporting a spare hair band around her wrist and a medallion around her neck that peaks out of her fire suit a bit as she suddenly bends over to stretch, oblivious to the cameras that start clicking even more madly. No matter how she drives today, we are already impressed with her ability to keep her cool.
As race officials being slowly herding even hot pass holders off the course itself in preparation for the start of the race, Eric snaps one last, spontaneous picture of Sam Hornish Jr. in his car in the poll position as his crew members make last minute preparations. It turns out to be a prophetic choice.
Which brings us to the beginning of the race, which we watched from just behind turn number one—though, at that proximity, you don’t so much watch the Indy 500 as feel it. It’s loud. Real loud. And the cars are just a blur even if you turn your head and try to keep up with them. And the ground shakes. Then you realize your mouth is hanging open in disbelief but it doesn’t matter because everyone else’s is too.
When the heat finally forces us to escape back into the hospitality suite, we put on headsets that allow us to listen to radio conversations between the drivers and their crews. This gets to be (weirdly) more fascinating than watching the race going on down on the track just below us. At one point an unidentified man hollers “I’m gonna hurt someone!” Later in the race Danica can be heard insisting that she can’t push her tires any more. “They simply will not take it,” she says. Then she hits the pits for new rubber.
Eavesdropping like this also makes us realize just how in the dark the drivers really are. For example, when a yellow “caution” flag goes up, the drivers have no idea which car is in trouble or where on the track that trouble has occurred until someone in their crew tells them, i.e. “Number 31, Unser is out, stay high on turn three there’s debris on the low line.”
The day’s events might have actually been exciting enough to overwhelm the race itself, if the finish hadn’t been the second closest in Indy history. With just a few laps to go, Michael Andretti (who has already raced here 14 times but never won) was in the lead with his 19-year-old son Marco hot on his heels in his Indy debut. Then Marco flew past his dad and it was his race to lose. Which he did when Sam Hornish Jr. came just about out of nowhere and dusted him at the line, winning by 0.0635 seconds. You bet the crowd went wild.In case you were wondering, and we know you were, Danica finished eighth out of the field of 33 drivers and if anybody even thinks “not bad for a girl” there will be hell to pay.