Sunday was a Race Day for my wife and I. It is not a matter of which was best, but a matter of what the day means.
We started with the F1 in Monaco having breakfast, then the Indy 500 with hamburgers and hot dogs, then the 600 with left overs, then to bed and finish the 600 over coffee Monday morning. (Love my DVR)
We watched all three because it is a day of racing all over the world. The F1 race is what it always is and to make that circuit 78 times without hitting the wall or guard rail is amazing, it takes skills that few have.
The Indy 500 did not disappoint, all the prerace observance of our Armed Forces was touching, the racing was close and crazy.
The 600 was the best to me for a lot of reasons. The absolute reverence for our troops living and those that paid the ultimate price. Each car had a name of a fallen hero, Mike Joy would tell the history of the soldier when they would be looking at a particular car. The prerace ceremony, as always, is second to none. The playing of Amazing Grace on the Bag Pipes, if that did not choke you up, something is wrong. The 30 seconds of silence after the first stage was a choked up moment as well.
As far as the race goes, it was very good for a Charlotte Race.
Summary: We enjoyed all the races.