Two incidental photos that will
help orient visitors who are not completely familiar with RIR: Your
OBedient Servant posed by the Kammback, in the infield somewhere between
Turns One or Two (to your left) and Seven (to your right). The ubiquitous
Turn Six bleachers show up just above the Kamm of the Kammback. That
must be the Turn Four Observer's Tower ahead of the Vega windscreen.*Up-to-date
the RIR gas station to the pre-grid line, we see Sandy in the Vega Coupe. Beyond
and above is the RIR offices building; along the horizon to the right, bleachers
outside Turn Two; visible in the photo, two of the three Union 76 balls-on-posts.
Not to mention our favorite Mountain, Box Springs (915 meters). More from this
neighborhood on Pits b.
is the approximate location of one of the best-ever photos that got away, pictures
that I didn't get because of one deficit or another in my repertoire of photographer
behavior: at an early- or mid-80s IMSA event (maybe) I was walking past the open
Goodyear garage (to our left rear, here) toward the station. I had cruised the
area once and was expecting to go to my car and out to the edge of the course.
I was not ready to take a picture, although I had two loaded cameras hanging on
Around the corner of the station office came a side-by-side pair
of instantly recognizable and fully suited drivers: eighteen, nineteen, or twenty
years old, they were Michael Andretti on the left, and Al Unser, Junior, on the
right. They were very intent, leaning in toward one another as they walked. Michael
was telling Al Jr. about an on-track adventure, saying something like, "
. . . so I had to give it one of these . . ." He reared back and demonstrated
by extending his arms, gripping an imaginary steering wheel, and whipping his
hands back and forth in small arcs. Al Jr. nodded understanding. I gaped.
the time I got a camera up, they were just two guys walking away. Kids.
Pretending to be race drivers. Only, they were race drivers. Ow.