a day at the races

Some places in eastern germany make you feel like time stood still. On some weekends you even think, hell is it me or is time actually running backwards around here? As the smell of a rainy day mixes with the wonderful odor of burnt gas, and the sound of high revving four bangers and flatheads shutters the still. You start asking yourself: Who the fuck needs the interweb if you can go to a dirt track race by yourself in 2012? Well, we don't know. But at least that way we can stare at all that muddy splendor on our computer screen.  (photos © Beat Schuppli who made the trip to Hindenberg Speedway in his 1931 Ford Roadster – selected and edited by LOWTECH)

(photos © Beat Schuppli, selected and edited by LOWTECH)