It was hard to bear. The crash at first didn't seem fatal to me. I didn't feel that he had any chance of dying because the helicopter and emergency crew didn't seem to be in a rush, I thoguht he was fine, death was the last thing on my mind. Seeing the drivers involved with my binoculars right after the accident I kept looking for Dan's car 'cause it was hard to figure out who was actually crashed. I had no idea Dan was even involved until I saw the 77, barely able to make it out, but the orange helped. So I got worried. Then they started talking about Tracy's comment, " He was hurt bad" and I got a sinking feeling, but I thought it might've been just him knocked out or with a broken bone.
It's terrible man, you just... you refuse to think for a second that a driver's passed away. But especially more so when you've witnessed the accident. The reaction from the crowd was completely human. When the crash happened we all realized it was serious so there was no whooping of hollering when it occurred.
The helicopter with Dan in it must've taken off about thirty minutes after the red flag. We all clapped as it flew overhead.
Another tragic part of it I just realized is that we all prayed for a safe race before the green flag. I didn't know this, but Indy has a traveling chaplain especially for pre-race sermons in order to bless the race and attempt to put a spiritual confidence in the drivers. It's just so tragic what happened.
We all sat in eerie silence for two hours, waiting for the driver's meeting to finish. Then we saw the drivers come out of the media center just looking like ghosts. Every one was crying or just hanging their heads down. So grim. That was hard to watch.
We waited two excruciating hours while the sun beat down and I didn't care, every minute that passed seemed to make the bad news seem more of a possibility. They were announcing that we've been waiting an hour and I couldn't believe that much time had already passed. Crews were working on the track because part of the tarmac was gouged from the accident and they were patching it.
We all assumed Dan was ok and the green flag was going to fly again.
Then a short while after the driver meeting had ended the track announcer let us know the reality of the situation. "Daniel Wheldon, has passed away"
I just lost it, I couldn't look at the track I just couldn't believe it happened. It hit me like a ton of bricks and it was just painful. I turns around and just buried my head in the benches. I didn't know what to do. I just hung my head and it was hard to maintain a regular breath. It was so shocking. So sad.
After that we all stood up while all the crews and staff lined up on pit lane to pay honor to him and his legacy. The announcers were telling personal stories about the different ways Dan's impacted their lives and it was so emotional to hear. Those were the most amazing and professional sports announcers I've ever heard. They made us strong enough to gather ourselves enough to pay homage to this great man.
They announced his wife and children and people were just crying.
Then the drivers got into their cars, some of them could not bear to be back on track. But 19 cars went out on a five lap tribute to Dan while they played amazing grace over the arena. It was somber and we clapped every time they went by.
It was so incredible to watch these men and women collectively mourning their loss on the track. This close fraternity of drivers that have just lost one of their fondest members. I was in complete awe of this demonstration of pure humanity and I don't think I'll ever witness sheer courage like that again.
They know the risks involved, they've witnessed the worst first hand. But they still went out there in their cars and they will still race and pershevere. It was beyond humbling. I feel like it changed me. I respect racing drivers more than I could have ever imagined. These people have the strongest sense of purpose imaginable. They know the risks and fly strong in front of them every day. Because of this I will never in my life take another driver's spirit of courage and determination for granted.
I'm just so sorry I had to be told in this manner.
After seeing the amazing Senna documentary dealing in the values of our most beloved racing heroes and the trials they put themselves through time and again, this moment I've witnessed in my life has brought it full circle.
Every once in a while the situation replays in my head so vividly and I just can't help myself. It keeps flashing back and I can't believe I saw it. It's so terrible.
These are my heroes, this is my inspiration to make myself a better human being. I only wish now that, in this time of tragedy, I could comfort them as they've comforted me so much through out my life as a motorsports fan by giving me the confidence to better myself, seek out more, feel my limits and absolutely chase my passion, whatever it may be.
Daniel Clive Wheldon did not die in vain. His passing will incur a new era of motorsport and his life will always be cherished as a man of great honor. Let his legacy inspire you to better yourself as a person and as a fan.
He will be missed, he will be missed.