Indianapolis Motor Speedway

IM’s May Madness photographers caught the action at today’s Grand Prix of Indianapolis warmup—and got up close and personal with the drivers.

In addition to riding along on a parade lap before the start of the race, Liukin will walk the Indy 500 Red Carpet and make guest appearances at the 500 Festival Parade and Snake Pit Ball.

The Indianapolis Motor Speedway rumbles to life as IndyCar teams roll in for Opening Day 2015.

I had been told I might see celebrities, and I was not disappointed.

The NASCAR great shouldn’t need any pointers on how to manage the turns at Indianapolis Motor Speedway. After all, he’s won the Brickyard 400 five times.

Talk about a Hail Mary. In 1982, city leaders built an NFL stadium without a team.

This year’s Brickyard 400 marked the 20th anniversary of the race. To commemorate, we take a look at some of the staggering numbers No. 24 has compiled during his tenure at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.

Despite his success and namesake, Chase Elliott carries himself without an air of pretension. Before a press conference, he sat quietly among the reporters who would soon ask him questions about pedigree and pressure.

“It’s never ending,” George says of being a NASCAR hauler. “It can take two minutes to get dirty and take you all day to clean it up.”

Entering its third year, the Brickyard GP offers a different variety of racing compared to the Indianapolis 500 or the Brickyard 400.

Many NASCAR haulers were put on display for fans along Main Street Thursday—and we were listening.

Champion Ryan Hunter-Reay is now on a national tour, blitzing the media and sipping champagne with his wife—but still not milk with his young son, that’s for sure.

I raced after his golf cart, jumping through pedestrian traffic like it was a game of Frogger. I charged through the doors, but an imposing security guard turned me away as Jim entered the conference room.

“I still feel like I’m living a dream,” Indy 500 winner Ryan Hunter-Reay said on the podium, his car and pit crew to his left. “I can’t believe my face is going to be on [the Borg-Warner] trophy.”

“I’m not that drunk, I swear. Just dance with me, “ slurred a clearly intoxicated sweaty thirtysomething man, who insisted I take a photo with him. I respectfully declined.