May Madness

“I don’t know if that’s stupidity or what, but I’m not nervous at all,” said McAfee. “I’m just very excited.”

After two quick tours around the circuit, the second of which involved a brief battle with Helio Castroneves down the main straight, we peeled into pit lane and roared back to the team’s garage.

“Domestic violence impacts our families and friends, our workplaces, and our communities,” said Castroneves. “I’m encouraging racing fans to clean out their drawers and donate their old phones and accessories.”

An all-around busy day—and month—for TK, who will host IndyCar’s media dinner tonight at Fogo de Chao, then prepare for the Grand Prix of Indianapolis and the Indianapolis 500, his 299th and 300th career IndyCar starts.

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.

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.

Hunter-Reay was in the New York neighborhood of Green’s movie premiere to film an episode of The Late Show. Here’s what happened.

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.”

Mann stood out from the rest of the field—and not just because of her car’s highlighter-pink hue. Mann was the only female driver to cross the Yard of Bricks, the first time in eight years the race hasn’t fielded multiple female competitors.

“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.

“I’m trying not to be too emotional, or I’ll gargle the song,” Nabors said.

Superstition runs rampant in autoracing. Some teams never wear new clothing on race day, others always put a certain tire on first before mounting the rest.