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.