There was a time in my life when I literally lived for the month of May and a week in the summer. During May, I lived, breathed, ate, and dreamed the Indy 500. Then during a week in the summer, everything became about the Michigan 500. I would get tickets and pit passes and I was in heaven for 5 days. Reality of being an adult took away my dreams of being the first woman to win the Indy 500 and now I live in envy of Danica Patrick. I have been so busy this May that it hadn't really even occurred to me that it was May...not just May but MAY! Until I heard an ad on my way home yesterday that Michael Andretti had returned from retirement to play at the Brickyard this year along with his son Marco, who makes me feel old because I remember the year he was born. I remember having a huge crush on his father, and a huge crush on his uncle basically I just wanted to be an Andretti. I remember being transfixed by happy hour at the brickyard. The last hour of the day during qualifying between 4 - 5 each Saturday and Sunday when the sun had gone down enough to shadow the track and it would cool and the speeds would go up.
So today I plopped myself onto the couch and watched the 500, cheering on Michael. 3rd place isn't bad for coming back out of retirement, and I am certain Marco earned himself Rookie of the Year with his second place finish.
It was a great day of memories and still wishing I could be there...driving.
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Okay, I'm certain that you and my husband have found your common ground; he sat through the Indy, some Nascar thing, and then some other racing deal. I was going insane. This could only be topped by the long day today of over-the-top patriotic country songs dedicated to/from military families and hosted by the redneck king of monotone. I think you should come out next year for the Long Beach Grand Prix. You guys can watch the race, and I'll go behind the scenes to locate McDreamy during the celebrity Pro/Am portion.
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