Cheap Sunglasses: by Ryan Webb
The best piece of advice that I can give anyone going to a pro race is not to forget your sunglasses. I made this tragic mistake on the trip to Glen Helen, and I payed for it.
This story begins with a red eye flight out of St. Louis, Missouri. We were hurried and the sunglasses got left in the car. At Glen Helen we stepped out on the edge of the desert to what must have been about a fifty-five mile per hour wind. Needless to say, sand was definitely blowing. Guess what, with no sunglasses, I got sand in my eyes. Do you know how hard it is to try and get a good picture when you look like you have been crying all day because your eyes are watering.
I stopped at every vendor in the place trying to find a pair of sunglasses that I could wear to save my eyesight. Evidently the dealers had the same problem that I did and they forgot to bring their stock of glasses too. Many of them told me that they had goggles, but I just couldn’t imagine trying to look through a camera with a pair of goggles on, not to mention the fact that no matter how nice a pair of goggles they had, fog would’ve happened running up that big hill to get pictures. Besides, I wouldn’t have been able to see the H-Bomb girls through the fog, and that would’ve been a tragedy. If I can’t see, I can’t bring you any of the wonderful pictures that I helped take at the track.
When we got back to St. Louis, the car was waiting and so were my beloved sunglasses that I had missed so much. However, it was only 6:00 am, not quite time for them yet. The loving reunion had to wait for about twenty minutes into the trip home. A pair of sunglasses has never been as appreciated as mine were at that time.