Ryan Briscoe drives past a broken piece of asphalt during IndyCar's Detroit Grand Prix auto race on Belle Isle in Detroit, Sunday, June 3, 2012. (AP Photo/Bob Brodbeck)
Ryan Briscoe drives past a broken piece of asphalt during IndyCar's Detroit Grand Prix auto race on Belle Isle in Detroit, Sunday, June 3, 2012. (AP Photo/Bob Brodbeck)
“James Hinchcliffe Angry F-Bombs as Detroit IndyCar track surface breaks apart and causes crash”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=5J771xECXH0
I think this type of thing would make the race more interesting - and hence why one would have the race in a certain place. In Detroit the additional local flavor would be crumbling infrastructure, avoiding lines of unemployed on turn 16, a gang fight on turn 4, etc.
Wow! That photo says it all.
The sign coming in to Detroit should read:
Welcome to Detroit, America’s third world shit hole.
Indycar was just ‘keeping it real’ with the torn up street!
The project had some major quality issues. They should have gone the extra mile to bring that track up to speed (cough). Instead, they called it good and could only run half a race.
If it were up to me, I’d have the Detroit Gran Prix run at Stoney Creek Metropark....after some minor alterations to the main road’s layout.
Didn’t Obama say he wants to make every city in America like Detroit?
Oh, well. The carjackers would have eventually stopped them anyway...
Repairing concrete is easy if you know what you’re doing. The race organizers didn’t know what they were doing.
The Detroit Grand Prix used to be one of my favourite races back in the CART days, because the roads were hell on the cars and it meant a high attrition rate.
Nice to know some things never change . . .
Shame on you, people who caused the Detroit mess. Shame on you all.
I will always have a great memory of visiting Detroit twice, once in the early 1990s and once in 2001. It had gone downhill fast.
But in my youth, a family vacation took us there in its prime. It shone like a diamond. I remember an antique car show, which was stacked end to end with gorgeous, 100 point cars. An ivory Cadlilac of the 1930s, custom built, comes to mind.
Shame on you.
It’s not enough that I am angry or embarrassed at this. Behind it all, my heart hangs low for what was a treasure and symbol of American industrial might.