The Peculiar, Complicated, Blissful Rituals of the Kentucky Derby

“I saw it, in my head, as the mask of the whiskey gentrya pretentious mix of booze, failed dreams and a terminal identity crisis; the inevitable result of too much inbreeding in a closed and ignorant culture,” wrote Hunter S. Thompson in 1970 of the quintessential Kentucky Derby goer; the character he and his partner-in-crime, illustrator Ralph Steadman, had hoped to find but instead became, at the tracks in Louisville, Kentucky. READ MORE