Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines!

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:

 Day before  Vaya!


 Purple Panthers


In the pack

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5 Responses to Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines!

  1. Mandy says:

    Oh so adorable!
    Looks like a blast!
    I used to work at a school right down the street from the track, and oh mah goodness. The festivities! The hype! The noise! The last month of school was never very productive with the sounds of zippy cars drifting through my classroom windows.

  2. vixensden says:

    Seriously freaking adorable. What a great idea the school had. Fun, fun, fun.

  3. Mar says:

    I used to love Preschool days. What a great idea to have a bike race for them.

  4. Oh how fun! We used to ride our bikes at the 4th of July – but nothing as tremendously fun as the Little 500! 🙂 Hurray for R. You could enter those pictures in the cutest kid awards – she adorable.

    How is she sleeping? Any news on my new cyber niece and nephew??

  5. Yes, I hear this kid’s race thing is a common practice at all Indy schools and daycares. I’m sure it’s fun…
    Pitter is getting a Radio Flyer hot wheels for his 2nd birthday from my parents but I wonder if we aren’t going wrong in not getting him a tricycle with the parent’s handle thingy…

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