I was about 3 or 4, when my Dad mentioned the "Rat Race". And, I was pissed off that he went to watch the rats race, and wouldn't take me. Now, of course at that age, I had this event pictured as an old time painting of rats wearing leather goggles, and their tongues flapping in the wind , while driving early Indy roadsters, like Offenhausers.
How about a big F-U to the jackass, that down voted this post.