Michael and Me

Who would have ever thought that I'd get my picture made with Michael Schumacher and his Ferrari (that's him in the red car right behind me)? Not me.

That's either Michael or Rubins down there, but I was on Michelin tires that day and could not join in the fun. I didn't feel too bad about it though, because neither could anyone else.

I did get to sit in the stands all afternoon with my friend Clay, eating cheese curls, dodging cans thrown by angry fans and watching these awesome cars go at it.

Weird thing about Indy: when you come into the camping area, you're met with lots of helpful people on four-wheelers who take your money and guide you to the most expensive spot they can put you in, After you've secured your space and walked around a little, you'll find they were lying about quieter, less expensive accomodations not being available. But the real head-scratcher is that when it's time to leave and everyone needs help getting out of the lot, none of these helpful people are anywhere to be found!

Go figure. They're occupied by taking all that cash the the bank, I guess.