It's the Indy 500 Festival Parade, this year grand marshaled by Dick Vitale, baybeeeee.
The main focus of the parade is to load the drivers into the back of 33 Corvette convertibles. Drivers seem to like this in varying degrees.
I got to the parade route via a President Obama-level motorcade. Seriously. Vision PR Czarina and Serial Tweeter Pat Caporali threw me into the back of her Honda Element and we fell into the motorcade behind Security Chief Charles, who was driving the entire George family in a black Chevy Tahoe. Pretty sure there was a rocket launcher in the back of the Tahoe as well.
It was kind of fun to watch Charles vaporize offending cars with his laser vision. Also in the 'cade were buses carrying sundry drivers and their families, etc.
The stylish Indianapolis motorcycle police raced along the motorcade and stopped traffic so we could speed through. Seriously. When you're in the George motorcade, baby, you don't stop for no stinkin' stoplights. We even went the wrong way down a one-way street via police escort. Can't confirm that the mounted Indianapolis police popped off a few warning rounds while going down the highway just to let everyone know they meant business. Just a wild rumor. I can say for sure there was NOT a helicopter gunship flying over us. That's just whack.
Once at the parade, the buses dumped off the drivers and parked again at the end of the route. Then I attempted to keep up with Pat, which is virtually impossible without the aid of a motorized vehicle. Pat walks faster than I run. Plus, traffic laws and any parade route restrictions also do not apply to Pat. I think she's been exempted by President Obama from any and all traffic-related laws, and authorities seem to instinctively know this.
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