Yesterday I visited Belle Isle, the beautiful island in the middle of the Detroit River, just northeast of downtown Detroit. The island was a place of anticipation.
The grandstands were empty, but the signage was in place.
The awards podium was ready, but the paddocks were empty.
The marble Belle Isle Fountain is ready to be turned on, but no racecars were in sight.
The roar of the engines - and the roar of the crowds - will be heard soon. The Detroit Grand Prix is about to invade. Stay tuned!
