Indy 500 is more than it looks
I'll admit it. I'm not your typical race fan. I don't own stock in Old Milwaukee, and I'm horribly inept with a beer bong. I wear Kenneth Cole heels with jeans and I'm more likely to sport a sundress on race day than the requisite airbrushed Earnhardt commemorative tee. But here it is, kids. I am absolutely, positively and inconceivably enamored of racing. I've watched the Brickyard 400, the Daytona 500 and the infamous Indy races since I was old enough to send my tiny Matchbox #3 racecar flying across the living room.

