I am a proud Hoosier. I sing
"Back Home Again in Indiana" every time I return. But I had never
been to the Indianapolis 500.
This was the year to be there - the
100th running! Still, we did not get the tickets bought or the hotel
booked or the dogs boarded. Then this happened.
Mr. Wonderful’s younger brother, a crazed Oregon
State alum (the Beav) is making a sports-themed odyssey in a forty-foot Beaver
(what else?) motor home. Daytona? Check. The Kentucky Derby? Check. And
of course, the 100th running of the Indy 500.
The Beav bought better and better
seats for Indy online, selling extras as
he bought new seats. The week before the race, the Beav still had two unsold
tickets. And the kennel had room for our canines.
Maybe my midwest roots are showing,
but I have a feeble sense of adventure. Sent
home early from not one, but TWO, childhood camps. A pristeen hotel? A charming
bed and breakfast? Now we’re talking!
Every hotel in Indy was booked. But
wait! The Beav's first choice to park the Beaver had a low-hanging branch
preventing clearance. His second choice, an oversized yard with a concrete pad
behind the house, had a spare
room.
The Beav checked it out, worked a deal
for the room, and advised us to bring sheets, towels, pillows, etc. We would
stay at Andy's (no last name - just Andy). A mile from the Speedway -
score!
Okay, this was a bit more fluid than
our usual planning, which usually includes a clipboard with confirmation
numbers, maps and rates in chronological order. Spare room at Andy's. That is all.
Our destination was the tree-lined
streets and uniformly tidy homes of “Leave It to Beaver,” er, Speedway, IN. At
first, the Beav's Beaver was the only motor home. Soon, three other
behemoths joined us - including one that had come only six miles.
And a huge party tent.
This looked like fun - even to an adventureless soul like me! Especially since yours truly
would not be sleeping in any of the tents. Heh-heh.
Then we saw our room. Think guys'
dorm. And not the weekend mom is visiting.
Two beds - a double and a twin. Each loaded with miscellaneous stuff. Nothing else in the room. No lock.
Leave it to Beav to give us a
heads up on bedding! We stripped the double (I am not sure what a
bedwetting alarm looks like, but I think we removed one!)
We left a plastic cover on the
mattress, and put our own sheets and pillows on, and mounded everything else on
the twin bed and covered it all with a comforter we found there.
Andy agreed to leave a back door
unlocked. He forgot only twice.
Indy is hot and humid by Memorial Day. It was the nights of my childhood. Where was the cross breeze? The plastic cover on the mattress wasn't helping. The double bed. (Were we both smaller when we last slept in one?) Andy left
his bedroom door open to catch a breeze. (Right next to ours – dueling snoring
with Mr. Wonderful.) On day three, Andy said "Hey, I turned on the A/C
today." Seriously? There was air?
All in all, it was a pretty good
arrangement. We just popped outside to hang with the Beav and his wife. Forty
minute walk to the Speedway (drive time from nearby hotels was 3 hours!). And
there is nothing like being in the midst of a bunch of happy race fans.
Still, I wish I could have recorded my
conversation with my sister afterward. She seemed to be channeling my mother.
"Where did you stay?"
"At Andy's"
"What is that?"
"A house near the Speedway."
"Whose house?"
"Andy's."
"Andy who?"
"Don't know his last name."
"How do you know Andy?”
"Don't know him.”
“What is your relationship with Andy?"
“None. The Beav set it up. Four nights
in Andy’s spare room."
"You had your own bathroom,
right?"
"Nope. One bathroom.
Shared with Andy."
"Whaaaatttt?"
Hey, maybe I do have a sense of
adventure after all!
This is the best post yet!! Brian and I are hysterical--I could hardly continue reading aloud. And you didn't even have to mention the HEAT, NOISE, and GASOLINE FUMES one enjoys at the track....😜 Nicely done!!👍
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