On the way back from Indianapolis to Aurora we pulled in for a stretch of legs. It was hot and those highways are a tad relentless, so it was a welcome 10 minutes. When I saw the flag and then the all-American Airstream trailer I had to take a shot:
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| FP4+ on Foma 313 paper. |
I didn't take many shots at the Indy500, but this one caught my eye as I checked the negatives over the lightbox:
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| At the Indianapolis Motor Speedway FP4+ on Foma 313 paper. |
It was a vague attempt at panning, though when the cars are going past at 200mph that's not so easy. Anyway, it captured the essence, I think. Those guys are nuts for not just driving at that speed, but driving so close to each other. They must have a lot of trust between them.
Lots of signs around the place like 'Welcome to the Racing Capital of the World', 'Thanks for visiting the Racing Capital of the World'. And who am I to argue with that? It's certainly the biggest venue I've ever been to. It's well thought out in the centre of the oval track is where the merchandise stands, food halls, museum and VIP parking are. You enter by a short tunnel which runs under the track and you're able to get very close to the action even by just standing in the General Admission areas. The Brother and I caught a bus from the airport (our hotel was close by) and it was well organised - a fleet of those famous yellow school buses took us (and a few thousand others) right to the track. Mind you, the bus we were on was the most uncomfortable means of transport imaginable - probably on account of the fact that it was designed for young kids and not 60-something guys with back and hip problems. I could barely get into the seat and after the hour-or-so's journey I had all but lost the will to live. Then we faced the task of finding our seat (located just behind the start-finish line) through the multitude of people. Several times the crowd just ground to a halt for several minutes, before starting up again at a snail's pace. Eventually, of course, we made it and enjoyed the grandstand view of the action.
The race is over 200 laps, which takes around 2-3 hours, depending on weather conditions, yellow flags, crashes etc. They run behind a safety car at the slightest hint of rain - understandable give the speeds involved - but it didn't seem too long before they were able to go racing again so there weren't too many hold-ups.
Our driver had informed us that buses would start running back to the airport when there were 50 laps to go so we decided to make a run for it (metaphorically speaking) well before the end in order to avoid the crowds. That worked well and we got back fairly quickly as the roads were relatively clear. A hot shower and a cold beer back at the hotel and we began to feel normal again. What a day and what an experience but I'm not sure we'll be back. Just too busy for me.
It was a seriously windy day when I took this - there was no-one on the platform and I didn't feel like venturing out on it myself:
I’m just back from visiting The Brother in the US for the first time in a long time (pre-Covid days, remember then?). He waved Indy500 tickets at me and it seemed mean not to accept, so off I went. Race Day will be remembered for years to come - the venue itself is huge and I think half of America were there that day. That’s how it felt, anyway. It was too busy for me - sure I can barely deal with the crowds in Portstewart on a sunny day. The racing was good - those guys have nerves of steel, driving at speeds over 200mph in close proximity to each other as well as concrete walls. I took a few shots, but only a few as I was well out of my comfort zone. We’ll see how they turn out.
