Lee Montgomery and I drove 12 hours from Raleigh to meet my best friend Gary at the inaugural. Gary and I had great seats, right at the start-finish line. The excitement was amazing ... until the race started.
When you're used to seeing Indy cars flashing by at 225 mph, a string of stock cars barely breaking 180 mph gets really old really quickly. By the halfway point of that first race, we couldn't believe how BORING it was, even with Jeff Gordon winning. On our way back to the car, we agreed that the Brickyard 400 wasn't ever going to be a second 500. We decided not to renew our tickets and save our money.
Still, the 400 still had enough momentum to keep people coming until that awful Goodyear tire fiasco. That was finally the last straw for all but the most stubborn NASCAR fans.
In 2012, the last one I covered for NASCAR.com, I was not only able to get a relatively cheap Hilton property near the track, but had no traffic on the way to the media center on race morning. In fact, I doubt there were 10,000 people in the main frontstretch grandstand by the National Anthem. I loved being at the Speedway, but the race itself was rarely worth the effort. I actually went out and walked around Georgetown Road for about an hour that day, just to make sure I wasn't miscalculating the size of the crowd.
Amazing how something that anticipated can do from a million to barely nothing in 30 years.