It’s here.
The greatest day in American racing.
Memorial Day Sunday.
Yes, while the rest of you are out there honoring those who died painful deaths on your behalf (or at least at the request of your elected officials) by grilling, enjoying the sunshine (if it isn’t sunny where you live that’s your fault), and posting Instagram stories with American flag emojis, 73 men and women will be climbing into roaring machines of rubber and steel, ready for hours of precision and daring that will leave one of them an Indy 500 champion, and another the winner of the Coca-Cola 600—NASCAR’s longest race.
Also, this is evidently happening:
It is, indeed, an all-American sort of day, and in Indianapolis and Charlotte, over 1,100 miles, there will be storylines, twists, and—yes, a whole lot of turns (left ones, specifically).
I’m sorry to inform you that no driver will be competing in both this year, keeping Kurt Busch’s 2014 entries as the last “Double Duty” between the two races.
I’m also sorry to say I won’t be at this year’s Indy 500, as much as I love any opportunity to watch the triumphant pour milk on themselves.
But I’ll return one day, and for the time being, I’ll periodically check my phone for updates while driving drunk people around the city of Austin.
Godspeed, America.
