Molson Indy, Baby!

Well, this weekend was my annual trek to see the Molson Indy in Toronto with my Dad and Kyler. This was the 7th year we've been since 1998 (only missing 2000). Justin Wilson won his first ever race this year, which was good to see. However, I'd be lying if I said that pretty much everyone there didn't want Paul Tracy to win. It looked like he'd do it too, and in remarkable fashion (with only half a front wing), but it wasn't to be. Anyway, some random thoughts and comments...

• It was hot. I'm glad it didn't rain for the race, but dang it was hot. On the bright side, I got some more sun on my freakishly white upper arms.

• There can never be enough short skirts and/or spandex on hot girls in this world

• The "Celebrate Toronto" festival was on this weekend too. On Friday night we decided to check it out and caught a free Great Big Sea performance. Good stuff!

• We went to see Batman Begins on Saturday night. Excellent movie.

• There's no better racing than Champ Car in the world. Champ Car for life!

Anyway, here are some photos I took this weekend.

Here's a photo from our seat looking towards the start/finish line and pits. Pretty sweet seats, eh? And if you looked the other way, there was a giant TV screen and the victory podium.

Here's a piece of Paul Tracy's front wing that sat on the course for almost half the race after Sebastien Bourdais cut Paul off coming out of the pits. Fortunately, Bourdais got the worst of the encounter by puncturing this rear tire. Tracy was able to continue on and he put on a driving clinic with only half a wing. That was until he ran out of fuel... It would have been epic if he won. Oh well...

Here's a picture of Kyler and I outside Paul Tracy's trailer right after he drove in there on his cool scooter. We tried stalking him outside the door, but he didn't come out. I totally want one of those scooters.

Here's a closeup picture of Alex Tagliani's car from our walkthrough of the Champ Car paddock. (by the way, that's not Alex in there... duh)

Here's a picture of the girls I met at the race. At this point, they're meeting with each other and arguing about which one of them loves me more. And I was all like, "Ladies, if you can't resolve this in a civilized manner then none of you get me!" They were disappointed, but I stand by my decision. Silly girls.