When I was about twelve years old my father took me to my first racetrack, the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. All I can remember from the trip was that I got severely carsick. I was puking all the way from Indianapolis to Cincinnati. Though I lost all my lunch and a few of my minor organs I did manage to retain a fascination for fast cars.
This summer my father and I attended the Concours d'elegance in Cincinnati where I snapped this shot of a classic open wheel racer and was reminded of my first trip to Indy. Then Dad and I went and got a hot dog.