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INDIANAPOLIS - The "Greatest Spectacle in Racing" became an even bigger spectacle when Lord Duke, Ripper the Friendly Shark, the Roachster, Miss Vicky, Tom Kennedy's new Twinkie-shooting Nash Fin Deluxe thingy-mabob, and Nancy Bromberg's colorful and cool wagon (the name of which escapes me) all drove in the Indy 500 Festival Parade, "the largest motor-racing parade in the world," on Saturday, May 26, 2001. It was a blast! And yes, I'm a bastard for letting all this time go by without giving you the full, juicy story. But true to neo-gonzo form, I got way off track, wasting about 5,000 words of gibberish on Duke's gas-adled road trip out there without ever saying one word about Indy. And then I got drunk and never finished the story. A few daze later, there was probably something new to write about and that was that. Suffice to say that it was the damned longest parade I've ever been in, a full 2.5-mile route, along which 300,000 Indianananans went absolutely berzerk over the art cars, especially Duke. And that's not ego talking, that's fact. The way I figure it, the Roachster and Ripper, both awesome art cars, are shaped like something anthropomorphic, something the brain can easily relate to. Thus, they're not too dissimilar to parade floats, something Indiananananans could handle. But Duke.. damn. They didn't know what to make of Duke. And neither did the media, but they were all over me. There isn't a corporate bone in Duke's body, and that, according to one reporter, was what appealed to the media. But then, there's nothing corporate about any of the art cars we had there, so what the hell? Anyway, Duke was on TV five times in the five days we were there. He even got his photo in the paper! Someday I'm gonna turn those news clips into digital files and get em up here for you all to see. Well, until I finish that story, that's all fer now!
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