INDIANAPOLIS -- Every May at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, Gasoline Alley looks and feels like the world's coolest high school cafeteria, a sociological hierarchy that is visibly obvious to anyone lucky enough to stroll these most hallowed of motorsports grounds.
The freshmen -- or in this case, rookies -- travel in packs, saying yes to whatever is asked of them, overwhelmed and for the most part simply happy to be there. The upperclassmen have what look like party people always lounging around the entrance to their garage stalls, laughing at every joke and just waiting on the next good time to start.