Some of you may know that I live in Indianapolis. For those of you who didn’t know that, I live in Indianapolis. Every May, starting with the half-marathon the first weekend (all the cool kids simply call it “The Mini”) and stretching until the Indy 500 on Memorial Day weekend, much of the city is festooned in checkered flags and various racing paraphernalia.
The Zoo hosts an event, there’s a parade and lots of alcohol-saturated VIP events. The first year we lived here, Dave and I attended qualifyinglaps at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway and had a pretty good time. For $20 (TOTAL FOR BOTH OF US), we got hot dogs, sodas, chips and a seat pretty much anywhere we wanted because no one goes to qualifying.
But this year, the race took on a whole new meaning for us, beginning in late April when R’s school asked us to bring in a plain white T-shirt for the “Little 500.” We had no idea what this would entail. Last week, were asked to indicate whether R’s parents would be attending the event, whether we would be staying for lunch and whether R would stay for the afternoon. Still not really sure what was going on, (and since Dave already had the whole day off to attend grown-up festivities at the track), I put in for a half day off and we made it a whole-family affair.
Last Wednesday, we were given instructions on where to leave R’s “decorated” bicycle and helmet on Friday morning. OOOOOO – it’s a bike race!
And a bike race it was. Each class had a theme, with t-shirts and a banner to match, and got to march around the simulated, parking-lot race track in a parade. After a bit of a rain delay – and an adorable version of the Pledge of Allegiance by the four- and five-year-olds, each class “raced” on their bikes. Of course there were no winners.
R was thrilled to simply be chosen to carry the banner. She was so excited and happy to have Mommy AND Daddy at school to eat lunch – and have fun – that she didn’t want to take a nap when we got home. But here, you can see for yourself: