Short report Ran over Thursday morning on my trusty GS750EC (1978) with some buds. Did the paddock walk which was OK for what it was but paddock was nearly as tightly locked as any GP in Yurp. Crew flushed us out at the end and forced Bozo, just 12 days from total knee replacement, to walk the length of pit lane instead of going back out the way we came in. Pigs. Friday was a mess and tons of fun in the rain. Stands were pretty full for raining and a Friday, reportedly 30k people. Practice was fun to watch as always and my fears about Indy car turns 1 and 2 where proved unfounded when a number of folks went off in the rain at 1 and never came closer than 100 yards to the wall. Indy 2 I didn't see anybody fall and it might be slightly closer but riders didn't overly complain that I know of. Saturday was brilliant. Rossi on pole and Lorenzo taking front row from Hayden on the last few seconds. Saturday night was brillianter. Carr over Coolbeth in the last yards after two red flags (injury free thanks Zeus). Short interviews with KR Sr and Nick H. Spectacular sunset off to the west. Only thing missing was the fair which always added a bit to the spectacle. Amy the Wonder Wife, little Mark, and I cruised the (air conditioned!) horse barns for an hour after to give Amy her fix and let traffic subdue. They had driven over in time for the race. The *smallest* barn (sheep) we cruised was big enough for a short track. Dang. Saturday back at camp, there was a bonfire a couple hundred yards away and there were minibikes going around it in circles. Then a 55 gal drum appeared and the circles became ovals, full lock slides, no helmets or long pants or boots, just full brainless fun. It was going to end badly. Then four Indy police showed up on quads about 12:30. All clad in helmets and riot gear. They took a slow lap around the bonfire as the minibike dudes disappeared into the night. Then another lap around the whole oval. Then the race was on! One got a wheel inside another at "turn 1" and ran over the other cop's foot, got completely sideways, and highsided at low speed. The other two came flying by the front straight drafting and the crowd went back to having a good ole time. I got to sleep around 2. Sunday started out fair with weather reports that were apocalyptic. All sorts of rumors about 90 mph winds and 2-3 inches of rain. We parked within 200 yards of the south entrance in an industrial complex for 20 bucks. You've heard the stories about the race and I have but a couple things to add. Hayden's foot is broken but he was riding the wheels off the beast. Except for Rossi and maybe Lorenzo, everybody else looked like they were just surviving and tiptoeing around. Rossi was his normal masterful self. At the end, the airfence in Indy car 2 lifted off, as did the Yamaha spectator display tarp. Holy crap. We exited as did most everybody else. Then we were forced to go the exact way that the Indy cops had decided to make us. That meant that we were on a freeway (I-64) in 15 minutes, total, from when we left our seat. Cool. The GS came home on Will's trailer so I could drive Amy and Mark home. There was no gas from Dayton to Mansfield! No electricity. We finally had to stop, figuring we'd wait (with 80 others) at the gas station at Rt 13 until there was electricity rather than run out. We'd been there 5 minutes when a guy came and started to unlock the door of the still dark station. He told us there was gas 3 miles up Rt 13 which we managed to beat everybody else to and filled up. Home by 10:30. Group sales will be getting a call from me regarding next year. Go fast. Take chances. Mike S.