What’s so great about a dried-up lake in the middle of the desert? It inspires a kind of racing that you don’t get to see anywhere else. Rank amateurs labor next to hardened veterans under the boiling sun, moving heaven and earth to wring just a few more miles per hour out of everything from electric bicycles to million dollar streamliners. It’s a mystical place, a throwback to a time that felt messy and pioneering. If you haven’t been, go. It must be experienced to be understood.
Although Bonneville holds an exalted position in my dad’s personal canon, I didn’t … More