The month of May. That might not mean much anywhere outside of Indianapolis, but for one month out of the year, Indiana is the racing capital of the world. The Indy 500 is quite possibly the most important race in all of motorsports. It is equal parts legend, future, and fantasy. There was a time when people could build a car out of scrap in their garage and bring it to the track. If it could qualify, it could race. If it could race, it could win and forever be remembered. That’s the embodiment of the American dream.
In today’s uber-corporate world where money it’s far more important than talent, some say that the American dream is dead. I say no. It might be on life support, but it sure as hell ain’t dead.
The reporter nodded along as Chance Pierce answered the question about why the Indy 500 was so damn special. He was pulled into Chance’s energy and passion, a wide grin appearing on his face, causing Chance to smile himself. Anybody who interacted with Chance got that look on their face. They knew they were talking to a future winner and champion.