Ever since I saw Eliza Doolittle at the horse race in "My Fair Lady," I dreamed of experiencing a horse race. I decided this year would be the time to see the Preakness. As the day got closer, I got excited about participating in this event. What hat to wear? The drive there proved rather simple, it was what transpired upon my arrival that proved disheartening and disastrous.
Handicapped parking is at a premium. The more you're willing to pay, the closer you get to the race track entrance. This turns the concept of handicapped parking on its head. Wasn't it meant to provide close and easy access to the entrance of a building? Finding even the cheapest handicapped parking was troublesome, lots weren't labeled and staff just told you to keep on moving down the road. Unless you parked in the premium lot, locating the grandstand entrance wasn't a simple task and, once found, the glass door entrance inside was on an upward slope making it arduous to try opening the door and pushing up at the same time.