(1) A point of clarification: when I likened the Long Beach race to a scrambled-egg dinner, I actually meant to compare it to the second-greatest dinner ever devised by man (which I think we can all assume is some kind of heavenly concoction involving lobsters/tacos/queso/Chick-fil-A waffle fries). Because apparently, this venue is invaluable. Or so [...]

The exact nanosecond I get home from work, I want dinner. And I want it badly. Very, very badly. Because I’m starved & exhausted, you see. And fiercely giddy, just as fat men tend to be around this time. I’ve dreamt of this moment for the better part of the last 12 hours, and I’ve dreamt big. Gorgonzola steak … glazed ham … steak wrapped in [...]

Jack Arute: Hey, kid. Arni the Indy Insider: Yes, Mr. Arute? Arute: What’s this?

It’s Thursday afternoon. And you know what that means? Why, that means that it’s time for the Pagoda’s weekly assessments of everything related — and possibly unrelated — to IndyCar, of course. Nevermind the drawn-out analyses and statistical breakdowns and what have you. We have no time for such rubbish. Instead, that which displeases the Pagoda [...]

With the IndyCar season officially underway, your resident “maintainer of public nuisances” cannot help but look longingly to the Streets of Long Beach. You see, this is technically IndyCar’s first run in the LBC since 1995 when Snoop was just breaking onto the scene with a certain Doctor. Damn near all of the luster has [...]

[The WTR Report runs every Monday at around noon — or possibly 10:14 PM — throughout the season] Heading into Sunday’s race — and having watched IndyCar races for exactly ONE YEAR to the day — I finally figured I had a decent grasp on the product. This time around, I knew what to watch [...]

If it’s too obscure, inflammatory, expletive-laced, odd, or just flat-out inebriated to print elsewhere … it’s perfect here.   Welcome to the 2009 IndyCar season. Welcome to St. Petersburg. Thank God.