Since the Pandemic had hit back in mid-March 2020, the farthest I had been from home was a couple trips down to Algonquin, Illinois, about 28 miles from home. This trip was going to be a whole lot more.
We understand that only 135,000 tickets were to be sold. That is a lot, but the motor speedway has fixed seats for 250,000 plus can be expanded to 400,000. The number sold were consistent with pandemic guidelines. Sue and Paul said that we still had our same seats up on the catwalk at the Southwest Vista section.
That means at the top of those stairs that kick my butt going up every year. They have my number and require a couple stops when my knees give out temporarily.
BACK TO THE TRIP
Eventually we found the interstate and took to I-65 in Indiana and then on to Indianapolis.
Sue took over driving from Paul at a rest stop. She always ends up with the stretch with most construction and bone shattering bumps. Or, so it seems. And, believe me, you feel each one very well in the RV.
Of course, we are now in the Eastern Daylight Saving Time zone, so we get to add an extra hour on to our watches. I always hate when we have to do that. But, we get it back on the return trip.
Just Along for the Ride. --RoadDog
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