Too much alcohol and not enough sleep did not make for a pleasant wake-up this morning. But I assumed a hot shower and a large up of coffee would set me to rights. And it did, for a while. We had to be packed up and loaded into our van by 8:45 am for our police escort. We were part of a large convey of vans and SUVs carrying Ganassi racing sponsors to the track.
The bouncing motion of the van combined with the acidic coffee on an empty stomach nearly made me lose the breakfast I didn’t eat. That wasn’t the worst part though. I found myself filled with an intense feeling of foreboding. Like something terrible was going to happen. I just couldn’t shake it.
The forecast thunderstorms never came through and the race started on time, with Scott Dixon on the pole. The first quarter of the race went smoothly and then, on lap 53, Scott was in a horrific crash. I think my heart stopped for a few seconds. Fortunately, Scott walked away unharmed. Which is all that matters.
We left the track right after the race ended and, thanks to the police escort, were back at the airport in about 15 minutes. We walked off the plane in Minneapolis a mere 33 hours after our original departure. So, not the results we were hoping for race-wise, but a pretty amazing weekend nonetheless.