The Alton File

Digging through the dark recesses of my archive—a dusty, chaotic mausoleum of my own making—I stumbled across a folder labeled “Alton.” Inside, like some forgotten treasure chest buried in the sands of time, was a set of photos documenting Texas drag racing in 1960. Raw, unfiltered, pure… And that, my friends, is where my knowledge hits a brick wall.

Have I published these before? Maybe. Maybe not. Does it matter? Hell no. These shots are dripping with the kind of energy that keeps me alive—the roar of engines, the smoke, the wild-eyed lunacy of men chasing speed at all costs. Even if you’ve seen them, they’re worth another look. This is the good stuff. I live for it.