I knew there was no way I'd be able to get inside the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, nor did I want to waste the limited time I had trying, but I couldn't pass up the chance to at least see it with my own eyes. Late in the afternoon I made my way through the traffic, and found I was one of the few cars heading towards the Speedway as everyone else was leaving for the day.
I managed to find a spot to snap a few pics, and had a vintage Indy 500 postcard with me that I'd purchased earlier that day. The energy surrounding the venue was infectious, and even just wandering around Indianapolis for much of the day had me feeling connected. I was left buzzing from my brief visit to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, but shortly after I was back on the interstate in a race of my own to reach Illinois before sundown.