Well, I went to the so-called US Grand Prix in Indianapolis.

Yeah, I know it wasn't a real race but you could have fooled my and my
friend as we ate corn curls, dodged projectiles hurled by angry
race-goers and watched the two Ferraris chase each other. What awesome
cars!

What got me was the camping arrangement, actually. Jeff S. warned me
that it was a zoo, I was ready for that. But what got me was that I
called and told that there was PLENTY of $50 camping. When we got
there, there were lots of helpful folks running around on four-wheelers
who were there to inform you that there were only $130 sites left with
the big rigs, and who took your CASH ONLY money and then guided you to
your site.

Later I met two guys in the only other westy at the race, and they were
in a quiet, friendly campground that surrounded a big common field. I
showed the owner on the spot how to fix his odometer problem.

This friendly campground had a good many spaces available, so the
camping stewards were lying to get the money. I had to sleep in a
fiberglass canyon with generators running. It wasn't horrible since
they gave me a nice spot, but I would much rather have been around my
own species and saved the $70 it cost me to be in the company of folks
who only came out to throw up or take out the trash from their
mansions.

You can see a few pictures of the camping and me and Schumi at
http://www.knology.net/~felder/Vanagons/

Jim