Kids squealed in delight as high-horsepower trucks launched into the air, engines roaring, and landed, bouncing on their tires along South Pine Avenue.
For some vendors at the Grand Prix, they’re there to give you some free swag in exchange for just a bit of your personal information: give them your email, spin the wheel, get a prize.
The Grand Prix, as it closes in on half a century, certainly has legs as it remains the city’s top crowd draw every year, delivering everything a motorsports fan could possibly want, from exotic sports cars, to steroid-muscled pony mobiles to flying trucks and IndyCars.
The family-friendly event allowed participants to experience, exercise and socialize on the Grand Prix’s actual race course on the streets of DTLB.
The internet told me it was impossible and I was silly for trying.