George, I have a lot of fond memories of the Speedway, and I am not a very big fan of what that race has become in recent years.
I have an aunt who still lives just 2 blocks west of Georgetown Road, which parallels the front stretch. Her mother-in-law used to rent bedrooms to drivers and crews, who couldn't afford motel rates for the month. And a lot of pole winners and race winners rented rooms from the woman they all called 'Ma'. We would sit on my aunt's drive, doing the cookout thing, and listening to the race on the P.A. system.
Her brother (my uncle) was Fire Chief in Speedway for a time, and the pair of us used to walk Georgetown Road on the night before the race, to witness all the wild life.
In 1972 and '73, I worked evenings at a Mobil service station, located at the Speedway Shopping Center, on Crawfordsville Road. I went to work at 5:00 PM, the night before the '73 race, and worked until 7:00, the next morning. We had two, monstrous Coke machines, and I had an Out Of Order sign on one of them, because people kept coming in, throughout the night, giving me beer. I stripped all the sodas out of the machine and loaded it up with beer, to keep it all cold.

It took me about an hour, to drive 6 blocks east, to my uncle's house. From there, I was on foot carrying two, iced-down coolers, full of beer.
Bob Higman, who was one of the movers and shakers in Indiana open wheel racing, lived just south of here, in Romney, IN.
Bob was part of the Jigger Sirois team that came 'this close' to qualifying on the pole for the 1969 500. That was a day we were happy to be sitting under the overhang, on the front stretch, as it was a miserable, rainy day. Bob was a friend, and his passing was one that was felt by a lot of open-wheel racers.
I remember Pole Day in 1967, sitting on the outside of the main stretch, watching history being made, as Parnelli Jones hustled the STP 'Whooshmobile' to the outside of row 2. And 1968, when Granatelli's turbines were Day-Glo red door-stops. Injected Fords, turbo-Offenhausers, and even the Novi helped me see that racing was the way forward for me.
I loved to go down there for Pole Day, but the only time I ever attended the race was in 1969, when Andretti won.
I really do miss the days when racers raced with their heads, and not their wallets.