Sorry, it's been a heckuva last few days.....
Right behind the Turn 9 bleachers is an ADA Pick-Up spot.
Having bought all of my shirts, hats, and souvenirs earlier in the weekend, I got in line almost immediately after the race.
There were people lining up already, some in wheelchairs, on crutches and canes....in other words, those in much worse shape than I.
Of course, I let those folks ahead of me in the line....I didn't mind waiting for a later shuttle.
Everyone was well-mannered and patiently awaited rides.
This was where the first chink in COTA's armor showed itself....
Up until this point, COTA's organization and
execution was nothing short of incredible...almost miraculous.
I was constantly dazzled by how well everything functioned (transportation, concessions, track lay-out, etc.)....simply, everything was beautifully done.
It was hard to believe this was only the 2nd year of the Austin GP.
Raceday, from a meteorological POV, was horrid (although sunny and dry).
I'm a born and bred Western Boy.....we don't have "high" humidity out here.
In spite of living in Phoenix as a teenager, nothing could prepare this Westerner for the Sweat Box
known as "East of the Rockies."
As it turned out, I wasn't the only one suffering while hanging out for a shuttle....a lot of folks started hurting after the 1st half hour of waiting.
After an hour, I began worrying about falling prey to heat stroke, said "fnck it," and starting limping towards the front gate (at least there was beer to be had along the way).
Eventually, after much foul language and fermented liquid, I made it to the front gate, while passing a "free concert" involving some "Pitbull" (no, I don't know what the hell that means).
Right outside the front gates is an ADA shuttle pick-up to take folks who find it difficult to hike the final 3/4 of a mile to the downtown Austin Shuttles.
A God-send for those with Bad Wheels
As it turned out, the drivers were MIA.
A very nice lady, who (apparently) was in charge of the pick-up spot, tried to move Heaven and Earth to get busses to come in....unfortunately, to no avail.
Eventually, I felt the symptoms of heat stroke coming on and just said "fnck it" (again) and decided to hire a rickshaw (again) to take me to the main Austin Shuttle pick-up.
Flagging one of the boys down for a ride back, I was informed of the new
OK, I'm a confirmed Capitalist
, but I do have problems with those who traffic in human misery.
How unpleasant were conditions at COTA at this point?
of my hands were sweating so much, they were actually STICKY....I constantly thought I needed to wash my hands.
Why the fnck ANYONE would choose
to live in such a place is beyond me...
Anyways...I told the greedy demons on the 'shaws to go fnck themselves and decided to shuffle/crawl the last 3/4 of a mile the way God intended.
Much to my disbelief, Lady Karma reared her ugly head and decided to disable the walkie-talkie thingys of the girls at the shuttle impartation area, resulting in a massive wait and unnecessary clusterfnck.
I managed to make it back to Austin by dark....very much worse for the wear.