That was simply the most awesome weekend ever.

After parking, right about when the race started, my dad and I decided to see if we could find a place to sit.  We had these free-because-we-worked-there cold passes that allowed us to go pretty much anywhere, so we waltzed into the grandstands to see if we could find any open seats.

And we did.

Front row.

Behind the start-finish line. 

The best, most expensive seats in the house; and we just walked in and sat there.  We kept waiting for an usher to kick us out, but we had the full passes, and apparently no one had bought those seats.

It was incredible.  Right in front of pit row, which was completely awesome to watch.

Now I’m burned, even my lip, so I have lip peel, but I’m happier than a tornado in a trailer park…