I took my 2-and-a-half year old son, James, to the Mile today to watch qualifying. He absolutely loved it and had been talking about "going to the racetrack" all week. In fact, he would not nap today because he was so excited.
My dad had me watching open-wheel races with him before I can even remember. It was one of the first things I ever knew that I liked. He took me to my first race in 1982 at Road America (won by Hector Rebaque!). I went to my first "500" a year later in 1983...and when the checkered flag fell on Dario this year I was able to notch my 30th consecutive checkered flag at Indy.
My dad turned me into a lifelong fanatic. Sure, I'm guessing DNA played a part...but I think the effort he made to include me in something he was passionate about sparked an interest in me that still burns brightly today!
I'll admit...sitting in the stands with my dad and my son today at the track kind of choked me up! I sat and watched my dad point out things on the track to my son...that is the start finish line...that is where they work on the cars...
I hope that I can pass along my passion to my little boy. He already loves sitting on the couch with me to watch the races. He won't be coming with tomorrow...simply because there is no way he'll sit still for two-and-a-half hours...but I'll make sure he gets to a race as soon as it makes sense. I promised my wife I'd wait until he was at least five before I took him to Indy.
I just wanted to mention this as I know many of you will know what I'm talking about. It was a very meaningful moment. It was one of those memories that I'll carry with me forever!
Anyway...back to the racing!!!!!