As the world knows now, the 100th Running of the Indianapolis 500 presented by PennGrade Motor Oil was an outrageously good time. Here on #SpeedRead, we’re just now catching our breath. Eventually, we’ll catch up on sleep.
We figure that’s the case for many fans as well, especially when we took a look around the Indianapolis Motor Speedway grounds Sunday night.
We know how the Snake Pit looks when it’s alive, but what about when everyone is gone? We’re in awe of what is left behind. If the trash could speak … well, it may slur a few words and go all “TMI” so, actually, let’s not let the trash speak. But here’s what we found on a walk, er, golf cart ride through the deserted Snake Pit. And note that these images are not doctored or staged — because we weren’t touching anything without having a hazmat suit on.
NICE COOLERS: These Coleman wheely-handle deals aren’t as cheap as the gas-station Styrofoam coolers that are left deserted and, oddly, often smashed to smithereens. You could attend a dozen Indy 500s with these. Yet some fans left these two behind in an almost artsy formation, like a mic drop from a Race Day done right.
COOLERS FROM OTHER SPORTS: Surely this United States Tennis Association cooler once lived a quaint life. Chicken salad sandwiches and Perrier at the Saturday morning mixed doubles league, perhaps. Then it ended up in the Snake Pit, where Perrier would get you laughed not just out of the Snake Pit but out of the entire Town of Speedway and most of Marion County.
ONE FLIP-FLOP: We looked around 50 feet in every direction and could not find the left-footed “Rocket Dog” (whatever that is) flip-flop. Did it end up in a backpack? Tucked in a waistband? On a foot other than the original owner’s? Or did a serious Snake Pit aficionado just own it and walk out with one flip-flop?
KOOZIE: This asks, “What’s Your Tradition?” Is the answer not clear given that it’s holding a Miller Lite Tall Boy while sitting on top of a blue barrel garbage can that’s overflowing – and there are about 50 other similarly packed barrels in the surrounding debris field?
LABELED COOLERS: Hey, Johnson Family, if you want to come reclaim this, feel free. But be warned, near this is a half-open Ziploc bag of sandwiches that are in the process of returning to nature. We’re sparing you that picture.
VINTAGE COOLERS: Wait a minute! This is sacrilege, leaving behind a cooler with the old IMS Wing & Wheel logo. We’re wondering if this might have belonged to one of those 1970s-era Snake Pit revelers who now sits in the Paddock Penthouse and refuses to acknowledge today’s Snake Pit. Their college-age child has really gotten tired of hearing that so he (or she) grabbed this cooler, stuffed it silly with Coors Light and … see, mom and dad? Our Snake Pit is crazy too. But sorry about the cooler. We really didn’t mean to leave it behind.
VICTORIA’S SECRET BAG: This can go in so many directions … but it’s a family blog so we’ll just pass.
HALF-CONSUMED PACK OF DOUBLE-STUF OREOS: OK, this one made us a bit upset. We imagine the Snake Pit denizens get the munchies from time to time – as in, from the time they arrive — but this pack was still half-full hours after the revelry ended. Do you know how quickly these would have vanished in the media center? You can do better, Snake Pit. Fortunately, there’s next year. Call us then, Oreo person.