Hi All. Some of you may know me from twitter (@BeccyGordon), others from the track and now you will know me as the girl who blogs on IndyCar.com
Here’s my story, so you know where I’m coming from for future blogs…
I’m a girl who literally grew up racing. My great-grandfather raced IndyCars back in the early 1900s, his name was Huntly Gordon. He raced in several Vanderbilt Cup races and practiced for the Indianapolis 500. Back in the day, each car entered in the race would have a few drivers practice the car. The official driver was established on race morning. I assume that’s why, they always say the car is entered in the race, not the driver (ie- the Junquiera & Tagliani situation last May). It would have been awesome if he could have raced in the Indy 500. I’m obsessed with the history of IMS and that would have made the story too perfect.
My dad races off-road cars. My mom pre-ran the Baja 500 when she was seven months pregnant with me. I’ve asked her why, and she looks at me like… “Why? Why not?” Maybe that’s where I get my spunk. My parents were young and that’s what they did, they loved the desert. My mom wasn’t letting a pregnancy keep her down. Here’s the picture, my parents in my dad’s 1970s buggy, shocks with 2 inches of travel going across the Baja Peninsula, my brother, Robby, ratchet strapped to the gas tank, my sister on my mom’s lap and me in her belly. It’s a hilarious sight if you can picture it and probably defines our family well.
Once I was born, racing became my life. Nearly every weekend of my childhood was spent at a race track watching my dad and brother. We spent so much time in the dirt that I would wear a bathing suit everywhere so all my mom had to do was hose me off at the end of the day. I was just a kid, wearing a bathing suit, making “dirt angles,” and riding my quad. I thought this was what every little girl across America was doing on an average weekend … well maybe not. Robby was pretty good at racing. He raced motorcycles, off-road cars; a Roush GTO Mustang in IMSA, Indycars, NASCAR, back to Indy, now Dakar, NASCAR and more off-road. While he was building his career, I was getting pretty good at Softball. I ultimately ended up as the youngest player on the US National team that inducted softball into the Olympics in 1992. Despite loving the sport I was playing, nothing was as great as being at a racetrack.
Fast forward, 10 years and you’ll find me on pit lane at the Toyota Long Beach Grand Prix talking about racing as a pit-reporter for ChampCar. Luckily for me, my first day on the job I met my best friend, future husband and IndyCar’s resident hottie; Mr. Ryan Hunter-Reay. He was the first person I have ever met that loves all the same things as I do. We both love racing (obviously, I’ve said it 15 times so far), the ocean, golden-retrievers, surfing, snowboarding, golfing, fishing, classic rock and the list goes on and on. I’m a lucky girl!
So, here I am now, still at the racetrack and my plan is to dial in race fans on paddock life. If you’ve met me, you’ve probably met my camera. My blog will be a little bit of everything, photo essays, videos, and straight up blogging. Hope you follow me!