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food chain and a couple of large shopping malls.
as a church parking lot. Either the nocturnal party had sapped everyone’s strength, or it never happened.
Later, chatting with some who were present thru the wee hours, the overall mood was subdued. Even the giant Ferris wheel, which every major race seems to bring along, didn’t look as bright.
I retreated to the grandstands for one last observation before returning to my RV. My racing addiction felt unfulfilled. Next year the Rolex 24 will return to form, I am sure. I, however, will be attending the 12 Hours of Sebring. A shorter race, venues closer to the action, and rumors of a very lively infield.
So, expect your roving reporter and puppy, a year older, to file a new missive about Sebring. Regardless of the races, the drive down A1A to Key West makes it all worthwhile.
See you on the road, or the beach.
- Jim
With my general admission ticket, I could roam the track complex at will, grandstands and infield. Due to the limited number of tickets,
I quickly garnered a prime seat directly across from where the race cars come off of the superspeedway and dive into the first infield turn.
When the green flag waved, the adrenaline climbed, only to soon drop. This particular race, being spread out over a 3.5 mile course makes it difficult for anyone to follow and stay engaged. Yes, the pylon posts positions, and big screens, a little sparse, try to keep you aware of what is happening a mile away. However, it just doesn’t grab your medulla and hang on to it for very long.
Pit stops are extremely entertaining. With their choreographed tire and driver changes, tear off striping and needed refueling, these are works of art, timing and strength.
As the sun submerged to the west, and as my stomach began craving more than just the track food staples, I retired to my RV, the puppy being very happy to see me.
I did not return at midnight for the fireworks or to participate in late night festivities. I have been there and done that at other events. Sunday morning, I Ubered to the track and explored the vaunted infield. RVs and motorhomes were shoehorned in, side mirror to rear bumper. But all was quiet, as quiet
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