Racing in the Rain*

End of a busy day.

Sunday, April 23 (Happy 453^rd birthday, Shakespeare)

Gray, wet morning here. First race group goes out at 8am, rain or shine (but not in lightning). Greg threw FrogTogs over his whites and happily joined the other 40 or so flaggers. There’s 2 or 3 at each turn, and Greg has different partners each day, which he enjoys. When the sun finally came out, I took a good walk through a different section of the park. The big race of the weekend, 90 laps of Indy cars, is today. Lots of Cub & Boy Scouts in uniform, tons of families lugging lawn chairs, lots of folks still filling parking lots (and whatever other space is available - lots of parking attendants!), but everybody’s happy. I’m also happy - I'm well into Dan Brown’s Deception Point and I can read w/o feeling like I’m ignoring Greg.

BlogThoughts... Geography is strange sometimes. Leeds (town of 12,000 near the track) overlaps 3 counties. Several cities we driven through have city limits that seem to us to be quite far from the actual city. Montgomery, AL, is a perfect example. The CITY LIMITS sign (green, just left of light pole) is only a mile or so from our campground and is posted on cattle ranch property.

*The Art of Racing in the Rain (Garth Stein) is a great book, even for non-car folks.