We spent the day at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway yesterday.  You’ve probably guessed by now that I’m a rabid fan of the IndyCar series and, well, it was opening day.  Had a terrific time despite the fact that I sunburned my lips.  What a weird sensation!  Sorta like the aftermath of eating really spicy chili, only it lasts for forty-eight hours!

While we were there the announcer, who sounds a lot like the principal from The Simpsons, started listing the official sponsors of the Indy 500.  They have an official beer.  And an official search engine.  So I got to thinking, they really need an official author. 

I’m up for the job.

I probably should’ve said something to Tony George while he was standing next to me that afternoon.  He and his stepson, Ed Carpenter, who’s also a driver, happened to trot up the stairs to watch some of the rookies drive from the same vantage point we’d chosen.  Except Tony strikes me as a shy man, and I thought it would be kinder to just let him be.  Plus he’s a little busy considering the fact that he owns the track.  And a team.  And runs the series.  But if I could’ve had a minute I might’ve suggested he bring me on board.  I mean, Jaz is a huge racing fan as well.  She only mentions the 500 all the freaking time! 

But, Jen, you might say, becoming an official sponsor requires dough!  Like, big bucks dontcha know!

I’m willing to deal, baby.  I’ve got twenty dollars, a signed copy of Biting the Bullet and a promise to repaint my mini-van just like this year’s pace car.  All I’m asking in return is four free tickets to the race for the rest of my life, all the Indy gear I could possibly wear and a chance to meet my fave driver, Dan Wheldon.  Sweet offer, yeah?  I don’t see how he can refuse!