Originally posted on Blogger, 4/14/08
The story that goes with this mug is not an over-involved one. Mom and I were in Indianapolis on our way to St. Louis in 1996. Scotty is a huge racing fan and was absolutely appalled at my reaction to having been to the Indianapolis Speedway, where I got this mug.
When we get back, I showed Scotty the mug.
“You went to the Indianapolis Speedway??”
“yes,” I said and Mom nodded.
“So was it cool?”
“I wasn’t impressed. You’ve seen one Speedway, you’ve seen them all. It wasn’t so special. I don’t know what the big deal is about the Indianapolis Speedway.”
Scotty’s eyes got big and his jaw dropped. “How can you mean that? It’s the INDIANAPOLIS SPEEDWAY!”
“It just wasn’t a big deal, Scotty. I wouldn’t even urge you to go.”
Mom agreed that it wasn’t anything special. “”Just like any other Speedway in the country.”
Scotty was speechless. His lil’sis isn’t a race fan, but she is a sports fan, after all.
I told him we stayed at the hotel right across the street from the Speedway and we saw no racing going on, maybe a car or two driving 29 MPH, but nothing even worth the blink of an officer's eye.
All that he seemed to get out of that part of the explanation was that we stayed in a hotel right across the street. Still amazed he inquired about the size of the Speedway. I told him is wasn’t special, just the average Speedway size.
Scotty was becoming dumbfounded and frustrated with me.
I finally, looked at him and smiled, “They don’t even have any special flavors of cappuccino, just the regular stuff they all have.”
“But they did have the chocolate creme filled, which is the only Krispy Kreme doughnut I like. I prefer Dunkin’ Donuts.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Speedway in Indianapolis.”
His eyes flashed with the loving glow of the stopping clue bus dropping a passenger off. “You got the mug at the gas station.”
And that’s the story of the Indianapolis Speedway mug!