The shrill cheers of children are quickly drowned out by the revving of engines at the No Limits Monster Truck show during the matinee performance at Western Kentucky University's L.D. Brown Agriculture Exposition Center. Thick tires spew dirt as they tear through hills of the course laid out in the center of the stadium before launching into the air. But to the side of the stage, a young boy quietly awaits his debut.
David Harris, 5, was to ride his toy motor jeep around the track in a children's race during intermission. While the race was open to the public, no one else signed up. This would have been a momentous occasion for him, as his grandfather used to be a monster truck racer with No Limits. Right as he pulled his jeep up to the entrance to the stadium, it broke down. Despite the setback, David was pushed around the track with his younger sibling by his side with some help from the No Limits staff and David's family.
Phyllis, usher of Icy Sink for over 10 years, hugs another member of the congregation after the Sunday service.
"After the interstate was built, fewer cars came down this way," Vichael Cline said as he worked on rebuilding a fence between his property and Highway 31W. Vichael has lived in his current house for only three years, but he has lived on the same property located alongside Dixie Highway since 1956. Despite being only about 10 years old when moving there, Vichael remembers the traffic that used to back up on the road around rush hour. But, as the years went on, fewer and fewer cars came through, and the once-new motels and tourist shops in the area aged and decayed.
Harley May leans on a cage of chickens her mother and father have for sale at the Hart County Chicken Swap. While Harley loves the chickens and roosters they have at home, her sister, Kinley May, is not so fond of them.
“Bonnieville is a dying town," Mike Ard sighs as he stands on his mother's front porch. A deep red decor of stars, chairs and an orb on a pedestal tastefully embellish the front of the red-bricked home. With a quick glance at the house next door, which happens to be his childhood home, Mike remembers a bygone era. He has been living with his mother for the past four years in her old age but has been supporting her for nearly 30 years.
While the well-loved downtown of Bonnieville holds fond memories, it has fallen into disrepair. Despite passing ghostly buildings that whisper promises of good times past, a traveler driving through Bonnieville finds rows and rows of homes with character at their forefront. Every house has a porch, and every porch has personality. Some porches are decorated with maximalism in mind, with baubles and trinkets, while others are adorned in more of a minimalist tone, with a simple bench, book and half-filled ashtray. Despite the claims of the town fading into the past, the remaining community is alive and well.
Dixie Highway has a long-standing reputation of being a dangerous road to travel, coining the nickname "Dixie Dieway" for decades. Fast speed limits, cross-traffic turns and a lack of medians create the perfect concoction for accidents. In the United States today, over one million vertebrate animals are killed in roadway collisions daily.
While the road shifts to a more industrialized landscape, the determination of some in the Elizabethtown community attempt to allow past tradition to shine through. However, as the road ebbs and flows from south to north one can notice the shift of smaller, well cared for family businesses to a corporate, strip mall look. The buildings are roughly a similar age but they lack the care and love upheld in the preserved memories of other communities to the south.