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That Special Place IMS.
23 years ago I ran through a gate next to hundreds of Harleys and fans after the cannon went off. It was dark, exciting and a very long run to turn 4! I remember coolers falling off the motorcycles and they just kept going. Looking for the hallowed spot to park and party for the day. To some the race was secondary, to others it meant everything. I have a group of 30 or so friends that make the trek to Inianapolis every year since from all over the country. Yes there's the world's Greatest Race, but it's a reunion for us all to get back home in Indiana. None of us are from Indiana but we all shed a tear when Jim Neighbors sings with US on race morning! I've seen the snake pitfirst hand, holes in the old bathrooms for a quick peek if you didn't get your eye poked out. Plenty of laughs, tears, fights and racing have been witnessed at those hallowed grounds as well. My favorite day of the year is my wedding anniversary, but oh so close second is race day at the Indianapolis 500 Motor Sppedway. I still try to get out of the car on the way into the infield, to run as best I can down the tunnel yelling at the top of my lungs like the kid I used to be. I truly can't put into words what the shrine means to me, but it has my heart, always has and always will. God Speed and have a safe race gentlemen and ladies.     
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