A multitude of threads weave race day into the iconic fabric of the bluegrass.

The sloshing of mint juleps in pristine cups,

the whirl of beautiful dresses around every corner,

the sunshine ricocheting off the paddock to envelop each patron in a warm welcome,

and the cacophony in the stands when the horses leave the starting gate,

only preceded by absolute quiet

moments before.

This whimsy exists in a world between tradition and history,

where the race itself remains the same,

yet the result never is.

And isn’t that the magic of it all?

A horseshoe-shaped signature on the track honors all those who came before

and all those who have yet to experience it.