OK, so none of these really have anything to do with the SBC. Too bad.
My hotel: The Crowne Plaza at Union Station. It is still a working train station.
The hotel was full of these plaster "mannequins." To me, they looked like the mummies from the Mt. Vesuvius eruption. Or ghosts.
Plaster sailor lighting a cigarette. This is looking out my room door. The train cars have been converted into suites.
The RCA Dome: the home of the Indianapolis Colts. It was right across the street from my hotel.
The Indianapolis Motor Speedway... Home of the Indy 500.
I spied a few pace Corvettes doing laps. I have no idea how fast they were going.
Rounding Turn 4 in the bus.
Pit Road and The Pagoda.
The Start/Finish Line. Originally, the entire 2.5 mile track was paved with 3.6 million bricks (hence its nickname, The Brickyard. The original paving bricks are under the asphalt, except for this 9-brick strip at the Start/Finish.
Coming into Turn 1.
Our driver kept it under 220 mph. In the time it took us to complete a lap, an Indy car would have lapped us seven times.
To enter/exit the Museum parking lot, you have to drive under the track and the grand stands.
The idiots from Fred Phelps' "church" were there to protest. I just don't get it. Thankfully, there were just two of them and even the secular press ignored them.
Huh?
My hotel: The Crowne Plaza at Union Station. It is still a working train station.
The hotel was full of these plaster "mannequins." To me, they looked like the mummies from the Mt. Vesuvius eruption. Or ghosts.
Plaster sailor lighting a cigarette. This is looking out my room door. The train cars have been converted into suites.
The RCA Dome: the home of the Indianapolis Colts. It was right across the street from my hotel.
The Indianapolis Motor Speedway... Home of the Indy 500.
I spied a few pace Corvettes doing laps. I have no idea how fast they were going.
Rounding Turn 4 in the bus.
Pit Road and The Pagoda.
The Start/Finish Line. Originally, the entire 2.5 mile track was paved with 3.6 million bricks (hence its nickname, The Brickyard. The original paving bricks are under the asphalt, except for this 9-brick strip at the Start/Finish.
Coming into Turn 1.
Our driver kept it under 220 mph. In the time it took us to complete a lap, an Indy car would have lapped us seven times.
To enter/exit the Museum parking lot, you have to drive under the track and the grand stands.
The idiots from Fred Phelps' "church" were there to protest. I just don't get it. Thankfully, there were just two of them and even the secular press ignored them.
Huh?
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