Dario Franchitti dedicated his victory to his wife, Ashley Judd, whose 41st birthday they celebrated together at Long Beach - kind of a boring proposition in Long Beach, especially if Parker's Lighthouse is full, unless you do win
It was a weekend of record-hot temperatures, so they threw a hell of a car race this past Sunday in Long Beach, CA.
After a dozen years, two angry, disparate and heading-downhill-into-obscurity-fast open-wheel racing series, the Indy Racing League and Champ Car (aka CART) had been combined this past year into IndyCar, one American open-wheel series featuring the country’s most familiar drivers, sponsors and teams.
Long Beach, 2009, would be IndyCar’s first big showcase (and we won’t go into the other series which ran at Long Beach, the American LeMans Series, IndyLites and etc; there’s time to cover those in the future).
Raymond Chandler's most famous character, private detective Philip Marlowe, frequently has a portion of his adventures in a place called "Bay City", modeled on depression-era Santa Monica, just about 20 miles north of Long Beach.
Given its description by Marlowe as "a wide-open town", where gambling and other crimes thrive due to a massively corrupt and ineffective police force, Long Beach could serve as the modern model for Chandler’s Bay City (no e-mails from cops, please; Chandler wrote over years ago, and the LB PD doesn't have the best reputation in So Cal).
Through the race, the world sees the results of the notoriety and money the race has brought to Long Beach; the city’s high-rise condos, semi-trendy yet expensive restaurants, cruise ships, the Queen Mary (and adjoining Russian submarine) and an aquarium, convention center and performing arts center which all sit smack in the middle of the race circuit, along with disguised oil wells which after 100 years still pump money into the general fund and the mid-high office towers and hotels along Ocean Boulevard just off the race track.
One block from the track area, though, Long Beach remains one of So Cal’s toughest towns, kind of a big-league, tougher Torrance, which local reader might appreciate.
Danica Patrick, with help from team principal Michael Andretti, who was calling the strategic shots, ran one of her best races ever, finishing fourth after a terrible qualifying effort of 21st; here she's on her way to winning her first race, the first major open-wheel win by any woman, almost a year to the day before Long Beach, 2009, at Twin Ring Motgei, Japan
Long Beach has been known as “Iowa by the Sea” and the “Land of the Nearly Dead and Newly Wed” for its Midwest transplants and heavily-skewed young/old population. And for all the good the race has done a small part of the downtown area, the city still has one of the largest and most-unused airports in Southern California, Disney pulled out of a planned “major ocean attraction” with the city years ago and hasn’t come back, the huge, attractive dome which housed Howard Hughes’ Spruce Goose, the gigantic balsa-wood aircraft built as a concept to ferry WWII troops, whose only powered flight was in Long Beach Harbor, is now a cruise chip terminal and the So Cal airplane itself is in some private museum in the northwest and the boondoggle of the Queen Mary is forced to reinvent nearly every year in desperate bids to bring-in tourists.
If not for the race, some might call Bay City, uh, Long Beach, something of a loser. (Before So Cal readers get too angry, Long Beach neighborhoods like Bixby Knolls, Naples and Belmont Shore are among the finest anywhere – but Long Beach is more the size of an average county, not a mere large city, so for some, the “less desirable” neighborhoods stretch long and far).
Penske driver Helio Castroneves beat an IRS federal rap Friday night in a Miami courtroom, flew to Long Beach, qualified eighth, then beat Penske teammate Will Power out of the sorted-out car Power drive to the pole; Power got back at his boss and his co-driver in the Penske tradition, by not giving in, and finishing second in his poorly set-up car and - most important - beating Castroneves (www.SteveParker.com photo)
Thanks to the small race crowds this year, we were able to park –- legal and free and on city streets -- barely four blocks from the track, but the thought of coming back to a broken-into car was with us much of the day (though things turned out fine; a heavy police presence around the track area, to put it mildly, certainly helped keep crime down – one weekend a year).
And not just the LB cops were on-the-job. This may or may not have been ranked a “national security event” by the Department of Department of Homeland Security, like the Super Bowl, Daytona 500 and the Masters (check out those two "kids" walking every hole with Tiger) but we spotted too many buff young men and women with windbreakers (even in 100 degree heat, got to hide those guns and cuffs, and look nonthreatening and college-age while doing it), backpacks and earpieces to think the local cops were the only ones in town.
You can't have a Long Beach Grand Prix story without running a crowd-watches-race-with-Queen-Mary-in-the-background-photo, so here it is; I think it's a law, actually
A very weird-looking Chevy Suburban, parked in an off-limits corner well out of the public eye, had TV send and receive antennas on its top. Never saw anything like it (and we’ve seen a lot; probably too much in this lifetime alone), and another 5-seconds of investigation revealed Washington, DC license plates. Oh. I felt better already. If Tony Soprano – or Tony George -- showed up, they’d take him out in a second!
When the race began in 1975, the old, sleazy Pike Amusement Park filled most of the flatland area where the track is today, bars and tattoo shops catering to sailors were the major local industries (Long Beach, like San Diego and San Francisco, was a major US Navy base) and a Grand Prix employee spent part of every year using black tarp to cover up the marquee of the Mitchell Bros. porno theater on Ocean Boulevard, lest the city’s guests find offense (the original track configuration used Ocean as a main straight and pit area; cars flew up Pine Avenue to get to Ocean, going airborne with drivers willing them every way they could to hit the ground and just…turn…right, then they crashed them back down Linden Avenue to the flats, destroying suspensions on every lap – Great fun to watch, and hear! Today, the track is entirely on the flat landfill holding the convention center, aquarium and the Hyatt Hotel).
After the opening “test” race of F5000 in 1975 (still one of the best races, if not the best, in Long Beach racing history), followed by a decade-or-so of Formula 1 (which American fans never got used to – or liked very much), Long Beach switched to the CART circuit and the good times started rolling. Dramatic rivalries between various Unsers and Andrettis dominated for years, drivers like Nigel Mansell, Bobby Rahal and Alex Zanardi (personal favorite) became almost as famous as did Penske and Ganassi as owners.
Stan Barrett in his #98 Curb/Agajanian/3G race car acquitted himself well in his second IndyCar event. Barrett, who had a long and successful NASCAR career, while never reaching the "top," decided with his partners that this might be a good time to try IndyCar, with some costs for the sport going down. He's started and finished both races this season, starting 21st and finishing 17th at Long Beach (www.SteveParker.com photo)
Although in a CART race, you’re rarely able to chat-up George Harrison or Rod and Alana Stewart in the pits – maybe Jim Nabors or Burt Reynolds, on a good day. The EuroTrash always looked more than little lost in Long Beach; Monaco, it ain’t, no matter what anyone says.
Then Tony George screwed it all up for everyone.
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