An IndyCar.com blog only vaguely related to IndyCar.
To reiterate my position here, I am most certainly not a racing aficionado. In fact, I’m whatever the direct opposite of that is. A defficiondo, probably. At any given point during any given race, I have little idea of what’s going on. Quadrupley so for the Indy 500, where I can only see a mere [...]
I moved to Indianapolis from New York City last July, when my wife started a job at the art museum here. It must be said that I wasn’t terribly keen on Indianapolis. I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama, but my dad is from Indianapolis, and he invariably described it as “the Birmingham of the North.” [...]
I’ve attended my share of 500′s. I’m not saying they weren’t fun, because they were. I’m just saying they weren’t perfect. Until now.
I used to think I could’ve been a serviceable Major League shortstop had things gone a bit differently. My esteemed backyard Wiffle Ball career hinted at it … my solid Little League career confirmed it. Because the fact of the matter is this: I could hit. Period. Like a locked-in, Ritalin-fueled Tony Gwynn. And even [...]
(Tragically, all the other websites from that neighborhood are either dead or in jail.)
