Nose-to-Tail Contact At Its Finest: Bring Some Rollover Protection and Support Your Favourite Multi-Entry Team

It's Indy Day in Toronto. Well, no... actually it is now known as the Toronto Grand Prix and it's not IndyCars or CART, it's Champ Car. Branding issues depress Sheena, but buff drivers in Nomex underwear can always bring a smile to my face. Yesterday's angst-filled agitation over not having my usual Thunder Alley Beer Garden Queens with me flitted away when the Angel with an Atlantic Series fixation insisted Sheena set a 7am wakeup call to join him at Turn 3.

"Turn 3", she repeated... "Turn 3 is the nerd corner". "Yes... yes it is", he confirmed. Sheena has only EVER been a Thunder Alley girl. Hanging out with spotters who actually bring graph paper and fill out the running order with every lap and never quaff an overpriced King Can or enter wing-eating contests or heckle Miss Indy sluts or stuff a 5 dollar sausage in their mouth all day long worried me tremendously.

But it was actually OK.

After an initial hour of pouting and foot stamping over lack of facilities and rip-off vendor accessibility, Sheena convince the AWAASF to leave the towel spread out and come for a beer because the nerds respect personal space and nobody would touch our spot. Sheena was right. And a new tradition has perhaps been born...

Mayhem on Lap 1 - Atlantic Race:



Nelson Phillippe and Orial Servia walk away from a horrific wreck that I couldn't look at until I knew they were both alive: