People with older siblings understand the story. If your older brother or sister is anything you are not – smart, good-looking, athletic, popular, criminally insane – then you are constantly in the position of being compared, normally unfavorably. You hear the disappointment in every back-handed compliment and outright criticism:
“Those grades are okay. Not as good as your brother’s, though.”
“Why can’t you take more pride in your appearance and dress like your sister?”
“You know that your brother averaged double figures when he played basketball.”
“Even though he went to prison, your brother was a real genius when it came organizing a distribution network and cooking meth in the barn.”
We have all heard it. And it hurts. So welcome to the family Angie’s List Grand Prix of Indianapolis! Your little road race is cute, but look what your big brother built.
That really is the story. The GP of Indianapolis will always be in the shadow of its older, more successful, and more popular sibling. And truthfully, not much can be done about it.
I’m a fan of the road race at IMS. Turn 1 (Turn 4 area on the oval) is exciting as hell. Unless you are Juan Pablo Montoya, of course. His quote after this year’s race dealt with a long, fast straight leading into a first gear corner and the expected carnage at the beginning of the race. Point taken, JPM, although as a counterpoint I would mention that every driver knows that the aforementioned first gear corner is there. Act accordingly.
The GP of Indy had some great stories. Graham Rahal’s second place run once again proved that something is different on the Rahal Letterman Lanigan Racing team. It must be engineering since having his dad Bobby off the box couldn’t have that big of an effect, right? A one car team with local sponsor Steak and Shake could add up to a tasty story line for the 500.
Will Power is stamping his dominance on the Verizon IndyCar Series. He simply put on a show that stated he is all grown up and focused. Finally. He is the most dominant road racer in the series. The oval at IMS remains his white whale, though. He needs Ahab focus in the next two weeks. Without the insanity, of course.
Even with these storylines, the Angie’s List Grand Prix of Indianapolis is still the little brother tagging along for the ride because the parent company Hulman Motorsports said so. The lengthy shadow cast by its much older brother simply cannot be overcome.
The Indianapolis Motor Speedway has done a masterful job of taking a month of May that had dwindled to the 500 and a convoluted qualifying weekend with barely enough cars to fill the 33 car field and expanded it to a three weekend month with two IndyCar races on two different courses at IMS sandwiching a convoluted qualifying weekend with barely enough cars to to fill the 33 car field. Regardless of the attendance, a race with a title sponsor should be making money for the series/facility.
The problem is not the racing at the GP of Indy, nor is it the fact that it is a road race. The problem is that it is not the Indy 500 and never will be. Simply put, the big brother is just more popular than the little brother in everyone’s eyes. Any racing event absolutely depends on local attendance. While the Indianapolis 500 brings in fans from around the country, the majority of its fans are local. These locals plan for the event. They order tickets in advance, host parties, shop for food and beer like its Black Friday, and spend money like drunken sailors on leave. They do it because the event is the thing. It’s the Indy 500. It’s a Midwestern Mardi Gras. At the end of the month, they sober up and go back to sleep for another year. They don’t have the love or the money for another event. Going to a race at IMS is a massive undertaking.
All this leaves the GP of Indy waving its arms in the air and shouting, “Look at me! Look at me!” to a populace that smiles and pats it on the head telling it how cute it is and then turns its attention to the fair-haired older sibling who always gets the accolades. Fair it is not, but who said life was fair? Even though the general admission tickets are an absolute bargain, and the spectator mounds offer sight lines to the best passing zones, the Indy area fans will always love the 500 more.
What does all this mean for the Angie’s List Grand Prix of Indianapolis? Just keep trying to get everyone’s attention. There is no need to cause trouble, act out, or start hanging out with unsavory characters. A younger sibling in this situation has two choices: quit trying or get busy pleasing yourself instead of trying to compete with big brother. My advice for the GP of Indy is simple. Be yourself. Or else spend years of therapy trying to come to grips with your feelings of insecurity and inadequacy. Your choice.