Here at the eighty-fourth running of the Indianapolis 500, I believe I have found an antidote to all the rodomontade of repellent American professional athletes. Professional American sport is losing the support of its fans.
Performance is up, but support is down.
They point their right front wheel at the retaining wall so that when they turn left they will get all the benefit of the banked surface. The G-force on their upper bodies is tremendous. They continue on through the 2.5 mile track making three more turns before stepping into it on the front straightaway again, and they do this through 200 laps. The noise is deafening. Tiny specs of debris are in the air.