The Brickyard Experience
Words - PAUL LINDSAY
UP until September 12th 2008,
the furthest west I’d ever
travelled was Galway in
Ireland, but only 30 minutes into our
journey on American Airlines flight
93, the island of Ireland and Galway
in particular had been left in our jet
stream, some thirty two thousand
feet below.
The Inaugural Indianapolis Motor
Speedway MotoGP race had been
‘sold’ to me just the week before by
Peter Dickson from Bridgestone. In
the big man’s book, it was going to
be the ultimate MotoGP road trip of
2008 and a great way to spend my
maiden visit in the good old US of A!
So there I was in seat 38B with big
Pete already ordering the liquid
refreshments as the in-flight screens
showed 7 hours and 59 minutes
remaining on our flight to Chicago,
while Stevie McDonald, or Lightnin’
McDonald as he was aptly named on
our trip, settled himself into an tricky
looking prostrate position across the
centre isle of seats. As Pete and I
supped beer and put the world to
rights, Lightnin’ slept her out for the
entire journey to O’Hare
International Airport........
|
