The Greatest Spectacle In Racing
Growing up in Indianapolis meant I went to the Indy 500 every year, right? Wrong!!!!! Of course, I listened to it on my portable radio every year. In fact, while I was listening to it on May 30, 1958, my little sister was born! It was also the day Pat O’Connor, a young father, was killed in a crash. My cousin went the year Eddy Sachs got killed; that was pretty bad. When I was 16, I drove over on the night before the race to see the traffic with my girlfriends (how goofy!), and the next year I went to time trials one day, also with a group of friends. If memory serves me right, we spent more time walking AROUND the track getting a tan, than WATCHING it. It was “cool” to walk around the big oval. Finally, at age 19, I went to “THE RACE.” It was a yucky gray day and we parked in the infield. (We were poor college students.) We had to walk way up to the fence to seen anything. My fiancé was sick at his stomach all day, so he was a barrel of laughs. NOT! I spent a great part of the day reading Rosemary’s Baby, and, wouldn’t you know it, listening to the race on the radio!
Remember my sister who was born on Race Day 1958? SHE got a job with the Indianapolis Chamber of Commerce and got to sit in an AIR CONDITIONED BOX several years in a row and eat Kentucky Fried Chicken all day!