This is about as racy (double-entendre intended) as this blog is ever going to get.
We took Steve and his girlfriend at the time to the Indianapolis 500 Mile Race several years ago – probably the late 1980s – and Steve and I took a stroll through the infield during a lull in the racing action.
We found ourselves in an area generally referred to as the Snake Pit where a lot of rowdy people congregated. I haven’t been to the big race since the mid-1990s, so I don’t know if the Snake Pit phenomenon still happens.
There were some guys and girls atop a van, surrounded by hundreds of gawking guys and a couple of the girls obliged them by showing off some assets.
Ahh, May is a magical month in Indianapolis.
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