I always enjoy going to a new race track. It’s like going to a popular restaurant; One you’ve heard lots about, but have never been to yourself. You know what’s on the menu. Long straights. Fast corners. Colorful guardrails. But it’s all new to me. I’ve stared at this hypothetical menu that Watkins Glen could dish up for years. I’ve raced it on various consoles and have watched the races on tv. But I’ve never seen it for myself. It’s one of those tracks that makes up the crem
I will try to paint a picture with words for you. Then leave you with no words and just a lot of pictures to try and describe my week at Le Mans. It’s 7:02 pm on Thursday afternoon, June 13. I have been holding onto my good friend and ace snapper, Camden Thasher’s waist for the last 20 minutes as we trundle out into the French countryside on a scooter. With a track this massive, that uses mostly public roads, you have to drive miles out of the way, to get to where you want. W
There is a first for everything. The 53rd Rolex 24 at Daytona was my first. My first time to the famed banked oval by the beach. My first 24 hour race. It was everything I thought it would be, and much more. More fun. More exciting. Definitely more exhausting. The thing I’ll remember most about my first 24 is the complete silence that surrounds the track after the race is over. For over 24 hours, there have been engines roaring, relentlessly pounding your eardrums and spine.
What an incredible and completely wild ride 2012 has been. Where do I even begin to sum it all up? Four Indycar races; Two Grand Am races; Three NASCAR races; Two ALMS races; Four days of Formula One testing in Barcelona; the inaugural United States Grand Prix in Austin; the 24 Hours of Le Mans; a two week trip to England covering five racing series at three different tracks; the Kentucky Derby; 12 days in Colorado for Pikes Peak International Hill Climb; the Harry Miller Clu
It’s 3:40 in the afternoon and I’m strolling down the long, fast backstretch at Road Atlanta, approximately 4 hours into the 10 hour endurance race called Petit Le Mans (little le mans). I think this must be heaven. Cars are roaring by just feet away making a symphony of different sounds. The smell of food from fans charcoal grilling trackside delicacies outside their campsites is mixing with the distinct aroma of racing engines at speed. The weather is perfect; Cloudless and
As professional photographers, we adore and love our jobs. The lack of money, versus the time and energy we put into our work, should make us resent our profession. But we don’t. As artists, we can’t turn our brains off. Think of it this way. Do you think a footballer would want to go watch a football game? They might appreciate it for what it is, but you can guarantee they’d rather be on the field or pitch, than be in the stands watching. So in an unusual turn of events for
Tucked away in the rolling hills and corn and soybean farmland of Ohio sits the Mid Ohio Sports Car Course. A rolling, sweeping. twisting, turning 2.4 mile track that was the center of attention this past weekend for the American Le Mans series and the Indycar circus. It was my first adventure into the world of ALMS and Indycar as well as my first time to Mid Ohio. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by all three and what they gave me. The racing was great, I enjoyed the