Vintage Dirt

Dirt track drivers (then and to some extent, now) are sick men. Having a little bit of experience in the sport myself, I’ve always compared the fellas that live to drive dirty to an alcoholic – the truly dedicated know that what they are doing is bad for their being and that the effort creates miserable circumstances to no end, but they still can’t stop sacrificing their sanity to continue the pursuit. From what I can tell, there is no golden pot at the end of that pursuit, just more dirt. It’s absolute insanity.

Look at the old guy’s eyes above. You can almost see it – He’s searching for mercy. He’s sick. He knows it. And there isn’t a god damned thing he can do about it.

Check out more of those eyes and cars here.