The Snake Pit Is Dead, LONG LIVE THE SNAKE PIT
I have nothing to support this, but if you were born in Indiana between 1975 and 1983, there was a 48% chance you were conceived in the infield at the Indy 500. Such was life back then, in that magical time and place, when the world made sense & pretty much everyone was naked/smoking mescaline under the heavy vibes of marshal law. Just a bunch of dirty, naked people running amok doing dirty, naked things. Because if every single old Snake Pit photo we’ve ever seen is any indication, the infield of the Indy 500 was a wonderful, filthy hellscape of boobs and debauchery and brass-knuckled mayhem.