IndyCar

I took my Dad to the IndyCar race in Milwaukee on Sunday. The seats were great, the weather was good, and the race was pretty awesome. Although having lived in the Milwaukee area for most of my life, I'm always amazed by the sheer number of rednecks that are around. It's like they come crawling out of the woodwork for open wheel racing. And of course, the women folk forget their bras while the men folk forget their shirts (sometimes, just their sleeves). Astounding!

I definitely noticed that a lot of men around us hated Danica Patrick (for being female? for being popular? for having talent? for all three?) and hated Marco Andretti for "having everything handed to him by Daddy." Of course, these rather vocal criticisms were more or less conveyed in vulgar language and rude hand gestures. I felt I was amongst a very enlightened crowd--and all in front of the children, no less!

Here are a few pictures... not great quality because I was high up (better to see the whole track) and my camera isn't known for its zoom capabilities. How come things always look further away through the camera than in person?






-KP

"I couldn't help myself. I couldn't. Please, you have to understand."
"Trust me, I definitely understand. See, I can't help myself either. But children. I could never do that. Not like you. Never. Ever. Kids."
"Why?"
"I have standards."
-Dexter