I had covered motorsport for years, but hadn’t ever been able to break down the walls around the top tiers of racing. Years of experience gathered shooting at grass roots race meetings, events, and magazine requests had yielded little until I finally got through to US racing series Indycar.
Like most kids born in the Eighties, Indycar was the American car races that went round in circles until Nigel Mansell decided to take a step across the pond for the 1993 Indycar Series. After some late night recordings off ITV showed off the peak of the sport, I was hooked. Unfortunately, politics within the series ripped it in two, and with an audience divided, viewing figures tumbled across the board with NASCAR picking up the pieces. It’s only since 2008 that the series reunited and a joint effort to revive open wheel racing in North America began.
My interest never waned though, and with my ambitions growing I finally broke through the wall of accreditation in 2015, when I went to Sonoma, California, for the season finale. With main title protagonists Juan-Pablo Montoya and Graham Rahal having disasters of races, it was the Iceman himself Scott Dixon who came out on top to win his fourth Indycar Championship. As for me, I spent the day talking and learning with different photographers in the California sun, walking the hills of the wine country, and enjoying the unbridled access to one of my favourite sports. Exhilarating!