I grew up in a household where some form of motorsports was always on the T.V. My father was a mechanic and used to race, and my mother’s fandom for NASCAR was handed down to her from my grandfather. I spent many spring and fall nights at Richmond International Raceway wearing diapers and earplugs. My brother and I went on to share a pair of season tickets up until I began spending the races on the other side of the wall with a camera. I have been fortunate enough to shoot at RIR the last three years for Harrelson Photography, below is a small gallery from the rain-extended weekend.