Here is what the Indianapolis 500 is to me:
- It’s remembering the day my oldest daughter was born, on race day in 2004, and watching the race from the hospital room.
- It’s spending time on Main Street the night before the race and catching up with old friends.
- It’s waking up on race day morning and parking cars and packing the coolers.
- It’s all of the pre-race activities in my parent’s backyard before heading to the track.
- It’s preparing the “pool” of drivers and hoping I pick the winner.
- It’s the walk to the track.
- It’s the playing of “Taps” before the green flag drops and remembering all of those who gave their lives protecting the freedoms we have in the United States.
- It’s the tears streaming down my face during “Taps” remembering a good friend.
- It’s the pageantry, “Back Home Again in Indiana,” the flyover, and “Ladies and Gentlemen, Start Your Engines!”
- It’s getting to spend time with family and friends, old and new, and creating more everlasting memories.
- It’s the walk home from the track.
- It’s the wings and burgers that my dad prepares for all of us post-race.
- It’s watching the race replay on Sunday evening.
- It’s the hangover.
- It’s reflecting on the weekend and anticipating another fantastic weekend next year.