It all happened at the GRAND PRIX OF BALTIMORE. For three days cars went through hairpin turns, burning lots of fuel, bellowing noises over the Baltimore bay.
A closer look saw cars running on 14 inch wheels, with tire pressure starting out at 15 psi and by the end of the race, measuring 50 psi. The average tire cost is 500 dollars, and drivers rode around the pit on small black Honda mopeds, before suiting up for the heat.
The entire atmosphere was a carnival filled with vendors, with the ground floor entrance to the Marriott Hotel, looking like the beginning of Las Vegas Boulevard.
The three days of August 30 to September 1, 2013, could not have turned out better for Baltimore’s end of summer. One vendor was handing out free massages, except the thermometer read 90 degrees, with 100% humidity.
From behind the safety of the high fence, cars went by, clocking 180 to 200 miles per hour, and as can always be expected, there were crashes, but no one received a ticket; instead, elegant trophies were substituted.
Remember taking your young one to Crofton Go-Cart race track? Imagine him/her growing up, and going 10 times faster; at 200 mph on a race track, speed is welcome, not tickets.