Monthly Archives: September 2009

Japan Indy 300 *LIVE* race blog

Well howdy do kids! Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Meesh. I used to be a racing blogger. No really…

*sigh* Life happens eh?

Anyway, I’ve been working since 8:30am this morning. Started in the office, then off to shoot a wedding. Just got dropped off back at the office cause it would take to long to get home and I would miss stuff… (ya, I’m that dedicated) (ok, not really, it’s just that the computer is bigger and the signal is better at the office, and if I go home, my tired eyes would have to deal with a 12 inch screen and shitty wireless)

ok… sorry distracted there… nothing says pre-race like watching a Moraes adjust his nut sack… no seriously. Total close up of him crunching his kibbles and bits up before getting in the car. They all do it. I usually turn away and drop my camera down at the track so they don’t think I’m being pervy… LOL!

Engines started… cars on track… moments away from starting…
I wish I was more excited.
No really. I feel so far removed from everything right now.

What the fuck? The stands are empty.

Here we go! Green green Green!!

wow… Dixon shot out of a canon. Moraes couldn’t find the the gas peddle. FROchitti got around for second.

Parko up 7 positions from the start.
Barrett dead fucking last :mocks surprise:

Lap 8. wow… I’m bored already.

ooh… pass for 8th! With a little “weehoo!” from the booth for good measure.

*commercial* I think I’ll nap

back…

Briscoe is pitstoplimiterless apparently, which could come into play during pit stops. (duh)
Carpenter is going the wrong way. (down 7 notches from the start)
Kanaan had a weird bobble.
Wheldon inhales the Princess, on camera no less. My viewing is enhanced! LOL!

*commercial*

30/200 done.
Rahal is now stalking the Princess. Why do these cars look so slow?
Wheldon is moving in on Briscoe. My “Briscoe for 2009 champion” fantasy is not looking good this weekend.

woah! Wheldon gets alongside and NO. Briscoe slams the door! Now he’s dropped like a stone.
Speaking of dropping like a stone… Doornbos 22nd… ick.

BWAHAHAHAHA! The Princess has used 10 of her 20 push to protect blasts. That can’t bode well.

Lap 47, Pit stops starting. Moraes in. Bad stop. Fairytale race going to hell in a handbasket.

Justin Wilson gets some air time!

serious clusterfuckage on pit road. Dixon gets stuck in a slow parade of pitstoppers. Franchitti gets in an extra lap.

ooooh… the Ganasty boys are actually racing each other. Making it interesting. Franchitti has the advantage, but Dixon ain’t gonna make it easy on him.

word just came through that Moraes only got a half load of fuel. Insult to injury there as he also lost 3 spots on that stop.

*commercial* (both tv and radio… gah! I hate when they do that!)

back.. 64/200 (thankfully this is blowing by fast.. which means I’ll be heading home to bed soon…)

wow… ed… not having a good run. Bring back the yellow car!!

Yasukawa is -14laps… “brake issues”. Thanks for coming out.

74/200 complete. I’m fading. This is agonizingly boring.
Moraes back in for more fuel. Lights em up bigtime leaving the pits.

everyone is mentioning “caution free” racing, which means debris (real or imagined) in 3…2…

Sheckter out of the car. thanks for coming out.
Matsuura has a huge “moment”. Manages not turn the car into spare parts. He is however a moving chicane.
Speaking of chicanes, Carpenter is NOT having a good race. Practically stopped on track a minute ago.

96/200…. put me out of my misery. *resists urge to lay head on desk just to rest my eyes…*

102/200… many pit stops happening. So far all good. Oh, and Dixon is back out in the lead.

Briscoe making huge fuel. Ran a bunch of laps more than the leaders.
CAUTION!
Did he just get fubared?? NO, he made it to the line before the caution! Woot!!
NO. What the fuck!? Total brain fade on the exit. Pulled a Will Power (Surfers 08) Threw it away all on his own. Drove almost nose first into the wall at pit out. Picked up the Timing Cone in the process.

Drive through to look for damage. Looks ok despite hard hit. Cone wedged in the suspension however.

oh ya, Conway was the one that stuffed it to bring out the caution. :mocks surprise:
Hope that kid doesn’t pay for crash damage…. just sayin…

*commercial*

Briscoe is back in the pits. now several laps down, watching the crew frantically replace the right front of the car, while the laps tick off, and the championship fades from sight… (I do love how the crew are scrambling, despite the odds)

118/200 GREEN GREEN GREEN!

124/200 – Rahal on the button to get around the Princess for 6th.
Briscoe back on track as the rest of the field blows by…

130/200 – The brats are racing each other. Princess down to 9th now behind Parko.

Briscoe on pitlane … again… Double checking that the car is safe to drive at full song. Off and away again.

Rahal is pushing to pass his way through the field… Moraes is riding his coat tails and coming along for the ride.

144/200 – I’m seriously so tired I could cry….

153/200 – back from commercial. Still tired. Still bored. Still can’t believe Briscoe’s luck. (although on the replay, it does look like something was off on that car. Like something broke or stuck. Not your usual “squiggle” action)

Final pits in action… welllllllllllllll…. the Ganasty boys are in together for the first time this race. This could get interesting! “mano e mano”

YELLOW YELLOW YELLOW!

RHR hard into the wall. Messy but he’s ok. Out under his own steam.

Dixon wins the pitlane battle, continues to lead (and earn bonus points)

Great… VERSUS is now doing Napcar coverage… This is like SPEED and ESPN all over again…

I’m thirty laps from getting to go home and go to bed. (of course the commute will take for fucking ever… )

See… so tired, totally missed the restart. Thankfully for me, they fucked it up, and are having to do it again.

173/200 – GREEN GREEN GREEN!

lots of scrambling.

Servia working the button! Rahal, Servia, & Moraes keeping it interesting behind the leaders who are already at the bar having cocktails. (ok, not really, but they might as well)

181/200 – drive faster! I’m tired damnit!

*commercial*

*bathroom break (can’t hold it any longer)*

back…

6 laps to go… thank god. Of course the Subway shuts down soon, which means all night streetcar to go home…

2 to go… put us out of our misery…

Dixon wins! :mocks surprise:
Franchitti second! :woooo! *yawn*:
Rahal third! *meh*

Briscoe plummets to 3rd in standings. The championship will be decided in Homestead.

Rahal admits that they had no radio for the race, but kept it “hush hush”. Does he think no one of any importance will be watching/listening to his post race interview?

aww bless… poor Briscoe. Good attitude though.

ok… I’m shutting down. I have a brutal commute home on the streetcar with all the drunk Friday night party goers, and I’ve now put in a 17hr day. I’m toast.

more tomorrow… night all

with a heavy heart…

I was going to post a lengthy, stream of consciousness blog about all sorts of topics tonight, that at this moment seem trivial and unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

I learned tonight, as I was winding down for bed, that friend, colleague & fellow racing enthusiast Steve Snoddy had passed. Steve was one of the hard working, longtime IndyCar series staff photographers.

*side note* how odd this world is now that you learn of the death of a friend via someone’s Facebook status…

I guess it’s stretching it to call him a friend, but aquaintance just seems so distant & impersonal, and we were anything but.

Steve was the first of the IndyCar staff to embrace me (literally & figuratively) as I made the transition into “their” world last year.

I was the new kid on the block, and an even newer kid on the block when it came to photography.

Steve took me under his wing right off the bat and is the one who came to my rescue when my CF card spazzed out and my raceday photos disappeared.

While everyone else just shrugged their shoulders with a “you’re screwed” attitude, Steve took the time and set aside what he was doing to calm me down and “find” my files for me, burning them to a disc on the spot. Months later, at another race, he double-checked that the disc had worked before deleting the folder from his computer.

Steve was usually the first of the series photogs I would see, and he would always greet me with kind words, a big grin & a bigger bear hug. Always gracious & a gentleman, but with that devilish glint in his eye. We shared many a story and belly laugh in our journeys.

It’s somehow fitting that the last event I worked with him at was the same one where we first met a year earlier. So brief a time to know someone, and yet I am deeply saddened by his passing.

I’m sad that we never got to have that dinner I owed him. That he never got to show me his home track and that I wasn’t able to welcome him to mine.

I guess they needed someone to capture those photo finishes at the ultimate racetrack in the great beyond. (Oh how richly overcrowded with talent the field is up there…)

Goodbye my friend… You will be missed.