The Snake Pit roars back to life this weekend, but not with the blessings of lawmen & decent society at large. They can all go to hell, frankly. Because this is where we come from & who we really are. Let there be no mistaking that. More notably, there was beautiful art to be made in those glorious [...]
Archive for May, 2010
For those of you attending your first Indy 500, listen here. The majesty of the event shall never be questioned, nor will it be here — the Pagoda has made this quite clear. It’s a stunningly glorious affair, and well worth any burdensome maimings and/or the possibility of going bankrupt. However, for your own benefit, there [...]
For those of you attending your first Indy 500, listen here. The majesty of the event shall never be questioned, nor will it be here — the Pagoda has made this quite clear. It’s a stunningly glorious affair, and well worth any burdensome heat strokes and/or the possibility of getting rabies. However, for your own benefit, [...]
Once again, the Pagoda’s grand Pre-Pre-Pre-Pre Race Party is upon us. It is called The Clambake, and Razor Shines once called it “the crown jewel of Indianapolis, and possibly America.” Let us open this up to your questions, shall we?
(Throughout the month, AJ Foyt will be taking calls from IMS attendees curious as to whether they’re living a life of Indy 500 fandom he deems acceptable. His word is Law.) CALLER: Hey, Mr. Foyt. I’m down in the Turn 3 infield somewhere. Most of my party has succumbed to pneumonia or cross-bow wounds, but [...]
(By Savage Henry — From So It Begins) Just got that look again from my ol’ lady. Am I really going to drive 12 hours to Indy on Saturday only to drive the same 12 hours on Monday to get home? This for the purpose to make my ears bleed and my liver explode in [...]
“People will come, Roy,” he told me confidently as we walked the IMS grounds. I wasn’t so sure, frankly. “They’ll come to Indy for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up at the Track not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at the gates as innocent as children, longing for the past.”