Go Inside the Muddy World of Florida Swamp Buggy Racing
J Thoendell stashed this in Cars
For over six decades, the Florida Swamp Buggy Race has attracted loyal spectators, often of the “robustly not sober” sect, with mutilated jeeps and monster soap box cars sprinting across a mile-long ring of mud in the hot-as-hell Naples sun. Trophies are handed out, limbs sometimes lost, gators cross paths, and the occasion life-flight helicopter makes an appearance. “It is a sufficient aberration of sanity,” Powell says, “that the idea of insanity and the world itself, insane, fills the brain looking at it.”
The state of Florida gets a lot of attention these days and some might say for all the wrong reasons. Are the races yet another? Perhaps an émigré might thinks so, if they harbor what Powell calls a “vendetta against the the South,” having felt simultaneously oppressed by stereotype, yet found it reinforced all around. What if they went back after a hiatus, what kind of subtleties or potential might they with fresh eyes see?
“The swamp buggy races I think represent a certain sort of Floridian vernacular and it’s very specific to where I grew up,” Malcolm Lightner tells American Photo. The New York-based photographer has been traveling down there to document the tight-knit community for over 10 years
When NASCAR is too yuppie for you.
Why introduce class? It's man versus nature. Ice-9 was invented (fictionally) because some general was pissed off his tanks always sank into the mud.
If nothing else it's interesting that NASCAR and Swamp Buggy Racing are both popular in Florida.