Everyone knows what's coming next. Meanwhile, the sun beats down and the teams other among their cars. Some hope, others wish, and a few prepare . . .
There was a time when drivers fortified themselves for the combat with whisky. Those that do so today, do it in secret. The only consumable liquids you'll see backfield are water and sweet drinks.
The situation is somewhat different for the fans, who have a beer emporium right across from the entrance to the grandstands. And there's food and drink for the kids everywhere you look. This is, after all, a country fair.
As day turns to dusk the carnage intensifies. Drivers are shrouded in smoke and fog of their own making and the track is marked with the blood of the four-wheeled beasts. Firemen stand ready, but mostly the competitors work things out among themselves.
Words and pictures (c) 2015 John Elder Robison