Final Systems Check
Four days until Sao Paulo, people. Let’s get our heads on. Go or no-go.
Geography Lessons at Pagoda U
Like many of you I have become intrigued at the recent announcement of Simona De Silvestro’s participation in the IZOD IndyCar series. Probably for different reasons, though, since I get the impression many of you are frothy with concern over her as a driver because of her gender. This is not news, friends – not to Sally Ride, or Sandra Day O’Connor, or Florence Henderson or most assuredly a man like me. We’ve had plenty of “them” in the series for years now, and I’m not going to be overly-concerned about the newsiness of any more additional women into the world of open-wheel racing unless Megan Fox or Lady Gaga or Marissa Miller become top-level drivers.
The New IndyCar.com Just Might Carpet-Bomb Your Face
The new IndyCar.com springs to life sometime today. And if the temporary landing page is any indication — and I’m fairly certain that it is — then we’re all in for a treat. Blood splatterings, jet fighters, knife-wielding hippos, mosh pits, Rorshach tests (IT LOOKS JUST LIKE MOTHRA!!), swank condominiums, futuristic Zeppelin airships … it’s all there. It’s a magical time to be alive.
Open Mic: Intro Music Assignment Edition
♫ SHE’S HOT BLODDED, CHECK IT AND SEEEEEEE!!! SHE’S GOT A FEVER OF A HUNDRED AND… ♫ Oh I’m sorry. Didn’t notice you there. I was just mentally rocking the first album I ever purchased: Foreigner’s “Records.” Is it the WORST album ever made? Maybe. Probably. Almost certainly. But I only listened to it about 3 trillion times in 1982, soooooo … yeah. There’s that. It’s deeply embedded in my brain at this point, and there’s little I can do about it now. It essentially murdered whatever musical acumen I might have had, and made me distrust women until approximately 1998. They’re as cold as ice, you know. Even when they have a fever — which is often. (Or so I hear.) But nevermind all that.
Chassis Rhymes with Classy
To the chagrin of perhaps as many as two of you, it’s been painfully obvious that I have not been much of a contributor at The Silent Pagoda lately. (Well, since October. If that’s “lately.”) Please forgive my sins of omission against this hospitality tent cum Snake Pit of the lawless blogger infield, as I have been quite preoccupied with work, children and whatnot. Mostly the whatnot.
The Pagoda Unveils Its Revolutionary Chassis Design
After minutes of dedicated design work & multiple copyright infringements, the Silent Pagoda is finally ready to unveil its much ballyhooed IndyCar chassis concept.
Without further ado …
Guard Your Molson, Canada — We’re Coming for That Next
I don’t often watch hockey. But when I do, I obviously prefer to watch bears playing it to the death. However, when that’s not available for whatever reason, I prefer watching Team USA beat an uppity global powerhouse for a historically significant win. It was riveting theater, frankly. And when the Yanks batted that final touchdown into the net area to seal the match – oh boy, that was SWEET!!! U-S-A! U-S-A!
