Friday at Indianapolis

Welcome again to Indianapolis Motor Speedway, the day in which the speedway is overrun by scads of attractive, scantily-clad women, and an even greater number of unattractive, scantily-clad women. To remedy this, beer is readily available for all.

Speaking of attractive, this is parked next to my piece of crap rental car. I fully expect Jack Arute to shove a microphone in my face asking me to "describe the feeling" at my unworthiness.



But that's not what I'm here for - I'm here to represent to the masses, all alone in Blogger "F" row of the media center. Well, not entirely alone, but at some point I thought pressdog would be here.

First off your humble host is putting this media credential to work by speaking to other members of the media. And by "other members" I mean people who have no idea that I'm not important. One of those people was Victor from Grande Premio, which covers auto racing for the fine folks down in Brazil. Victor says there will almost certainly be a race because Apex Brasil really wants one, but he thinks it won't be next year because they would want to build a course somewhere. Interlagos, where F1 races, is not in the best part of the country, and he thinks they would want a better area to showcase the event. He also says "motorsport is almost as popular as soccer", to which I replied "really?" For real, he says.

Before the Freedom 100 I finally got joined by a fellow member of the Bloggerati, Tom Harader of No Fenders. Tom is incredibly knowledgeable about all kinds of open-wheel racing series, but you may have noticed that the words he uses on his site look kinda funny. The reason for that is because Tom is nearly blind due to Retinitis Pigmentosa, and the words in his posts are actually created by speech recognition software. To be honest, I'm a little in awe that he writes despite not being able to see his stuff.

Tom and I took in the Indy Lights race, which was INSANE. Lead changes nearly every lap between Sebastian Saavedra, JR Hildebrand, Mario Romancini, and eventual winner Wade Cunningham. Ana Beatriz got tangled up with teammate Gustavo Yacaman and she ended up hitting HARD in the interior wall where there is no SAFER barrier. She got taken out on a backboard but fortunately X-rays were negative. Congrats to Cunningham though, who drove impressively in his second victory in this race.

After the race Tom and I went to walk around the garages, where all kinds of acts against nature were not only visible but being avidly photographed. Welcome to the infield. I don't how to transition from that, but we managed to find Paul Page, who was happy to be having lots of fans shake his hand. After introducing ourselves as bloggers Paul, noting his own site, loudly proclaimed "EVERYBODY has a blog!" Paul says he will be serving as "essayist" during the IMS Radio coverage of The 500.

Not much else happening in the garages, although the Foyt team was out there pretending to work on their cars. At least hey looked impressive. Also saw Oriol Servia sitting in the RLR garage, working away at the Blckberry. Is Servia on twitter?



Meanwhile at the Conquest garage, Eric Bachelart was attending to more important matters. Specifically, where are we going to put this "All Sport" decal. Good to know as an owner he has such an attention to detail.



We got back in time to catch the Pit Stop competition, which was won be Helio Castroneves. He won the pole, he won the Pit Stop competition, and word is now that prosecutors have dropped the final charge against him. You might say he's having a good month.



Still waiting on pressdog, though. He has informed me he is on the grounds wandering around in search of a credentials. I need to go round him up so we can hang with all of you race fans at Curt Cavin's Burger Bash.