I grew up in Knoxville, Iowa. I worked at the racetrack from late Spring into the Fall, frying chicken, cooking burgers and hotdogs, popping popcorn. It gets hot in there, and the mass of fans want their food hot and fast.
Every year one of the biggest (if not the biggest) dirt racing takes place at Knoxville Raceway. Thousands of race fans suddenly crowd our town, from all over America and Australia, a few from New Zealand, even some from South Africa, the United Kingdom, and Canada, come to watch races for a week or two.
Once I left for college I had a strong distaste for all things Knoxville. It took me 9 years away to realize how Knoxvillian I am.
This project was an attempt to go back to this quintessentially-Knoxville event and appreciate the culture of my hometown.