We are girding our loins for the Indy 500 on Sunday.
I have studied this subject carefully and am in the process of preparation. Many things are required including sunscreen, hats, binoculars, sunglasses, cold drinks and – of course – ear plugs. Especially ear plugs.
Cate came up with a cunning plan and tried to get someone else to go with me in her place. They refused on the basis that it is ‘an experience Cate should not miss’.
I guarantee it is an experience she will never forget – and I cannot imagine getting her back there.
After looking at all the options I have booked charter bus seats. The bus leaves from the campus of Indiana University - a few blocks from us.
I have of course paid a premium to ensure that we get guaranteed seats on the first bus home – as Cate will be in a very fragile state by then and will require a long hot bath in conjunction with a glass or two of Pouilly-Fuisse.
I think her favorite part will be when Jim Nabors sings ‘Indiana’ before the race starts. He has been doing this for a long – long time and this will be his last appearance.
Then of course there will someone - who probably won a series of X-Factor - who will warble the national anthem - which of course we stand for - but don't know whether or not we should put our hands over our hearts.
We don't wish to presume anything because we are not American - but would hate to think that those around us do not think we have the right level of patriotism - which of course we do - and we would be brimming over with it even more if they would fix the fecking potholes in Alabama street.
There are two Australians driving in the Indy car series – and thus in the Indy 500 – so I will be cheering them on. If all else fails I will cheer for Scott Dixon – a Kiwi who has won once already.