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SOCIETY OF LAND SPEED RACING HISTORIANS
NEWSLETTER 132 - October 8, 2009
Editor: Richard Parks [email protected]
President's Corner: By Jim Miller (1-818-846-5139)

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Health report; Marilyn Lachman wrote to say that Ron is out of the hospital at last after spending 18 days there and he is feeling fine, I will be leaving for Wendover on Thursday October 1 2009 in the morning, Workers please heed Creel's note, Holley Performance Products Inc. located in Bowling Green Kentucky filed for bankruptcy in September 2009 about a year after emerging from a previous court reorganization, here is a link to a PDF version of our October newsletter update from Rosco and the Aussie Invader 5R team, Ray Hiatt came over to my house a couple of days ago to visit - since it has been 15+ years, Video of the Goodwood Revival held every year in merry old England, The following was sent to us by Tom Householder and comes from the Kenosha News, Since Charlie Gilmore checked in with his racing memories I thought I ought to put in my 2 cents as well, Don I am very sorry that the INCORRECT version was published and the corrected copy was ignored somewhere in the process, Gone Racin'…"Red Stockings & Out Of Towners, Sports In Utah, Gone Racin'…Race Legends of the Fabulous Fifties by Art Evans, You Tube video ... Speed Demon driven by George Poteet at Bonneville, Video ... The history of the Tustin Blimp base, Britain looking for info on car/truck, Random Photos

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President's Corner:  
Jim Miller is on assignment.

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Editorial:      
   From time to time we get interesting letters from sources that we have never heard of. Word gets around, people become inspired and then out of the blue here comes this gem of a biography or story. In today's newsletter that gem comes from Jeff Foulk and he was urged to write of his memories by Charlie Gilmore. Both Jeff and Charlie sent in near perfect stories that took just a little editing on my part. Both of them mentioned that they were a little concerned about starting on a project like this and how it would be received, but they both aced this task and we are all richer for hearing their stories. Their time span is the 1960's in drag racing, a decade or so past our normal reporting, but we make exceptions and we never refuse to add to what we don't know. Jeff and Charlie also expressed doubts about whether we would want as much as they sent in, but rest assured, we will print all they have to say and more. Each event, each person that they remember saves that part of history from being forgotten. All of you need to write your memoirs and keep them for your family and friends, or send them to me to publish.
Another member wrote about Mickey Thompson and his impact on the sport and asked if we knew him. Yes, Mickey and my father were close friends, although Thompson could be a very difficult friend at times. He wasn't a man that you could ignore. He was a genius of sorts and a natural promoter. Long before he got involved in promotions with Michael Goodwin and others, Mickey was promoting the car culture, his club and the SCTA. He was younger than my father, but he was a quick learner and was instrumental in furthering the causes that he believed in. He could also be on the cutting edge of development and he often irritated people. You loved Mickey or you hated him and there were many people who loved and hated him at the same time. I met him only a few times, once when I was about 16 and my brother was 8. My dad truly respected Thompson's influence in the automotive racing world and bawled out my brother and I for not shaking Mickey's hand. We wanted to, he was a star in our firmament even at that young age, but we lacked the courage to go up to him and introduce ourselves. There are a million stories about Mickey Thompson. He was a pacesetter and a celebrity among car guys then and today. His tragic murder has not dimmed his persona or lessened his achievements. What will subtract from his notoriety though, will be the inability of people to share their memories of him. What his murderers failed to achieve, you, the public may do by refusing to share your stories with us about a truly great man.

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Health report; Marilyn Lachman wrote to say that Ron is out of the hospital at last after spending 18 days there and he is feeling fine.

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I will be leaving for Wendover on Thursday, October 1, 2009 in the morning. I have to leave an extra day in case my Spartan Motorhome breaks down. We dodged the rain bullet today, but there is another episode predicted for Sunday night. Mike and I will be there to assess and resolve, but drag your feet, plan to leave late and I hope by Monday early we can tell you where we are. We (poor Joann) will make tons of calls. October is always risky! Roy Creel
   Editor's notes: This is in reference to the October SCTA/BNI meet at the Bonneville Salt Flats.

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Workers please heed Creel's note below. Please check with our SCTA/BNI office (JoAnn) before you leave town. Last resort, call me on my cell late Saturday afternoon. Please no arrivals prior to your assigned arrival date. Creel and I should have had time to make an evaluation of conditions by then. Mike Waters

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Holley Performance Products Inc., located in Bowling Green, Kentucky filed for bankruptcy in September, 2009 about a year after emerging from a previous court reorganization. The privately held maker of high-performance carburetors and automotive fuel-injection systems was a big supporter of NASCAR and drag racing. Holley filed for bankruptcy in early 2008 and emerged last year after transferring equity to holders of $95 million in debt. Court documents show that sales have fallen as much as 40% since then and a new group of debt-holders were considering foreclosing on the company's assets if an agreement could not be reached last week. Founded more than 100 years ago, Holley's business includes products marketed under the Earl's, Flowtech, Hooker Headers, Nitrous Oxide Systems and Weiand brands. It also supplies emission control components to vehicle and engine makers.  Report sent in by Don Garlits

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Dear friends, crew, supporters and land speed record enthusiasts, here is a link to a PDF version of our October newsletter update from Rosco and the Aussie Invader 5R team. See www.aussieinvader.com/newsletters/aussieinvader_oct09.pdf. Please visit our website www.aussieinvader.com, for additional information about the project. Best wishes, Mark Read. Proud member of the Aussie Invader 5R Team
Editor's notes: The Aussie Invader could use all the support that we can give them, so spread the word and send whatever donation you can to help their cause.

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Ray Hiatt came over to my house a couple of days ago to visit, since it has been 15+ years. We had a good talk about the guys in the three photos and the name list that was sent to you. He knew just about all the names that were listed and was happy to see my Track T in progress. Then he invited me to see a couple of his track T's at his place. He has one of Bob McCoy's "T." It was great. He also mentioned that there is a book coming out about your dad. I am tempted to buy one, but I do not know where to buy one. I am trying to find this one gal who was once a customer of my dad's old business who knew Mickey Thompson. It was quite a ways back then and I hope she is still around. She had some interesting information which I did not at the time hear too well, due to my hearing loss. If that comes through I would love to share the information with you. Thank you for mentioning my thanks to the Walt James family, it really meant a lot to me. Spencer Simon
   Spencer: If you get a chance, interview Hiatt and send us all the information that he has about the Bay area hot rod clubs and their members. The same goes for that lady who knew Mickey Thompson. Mickey and my father were friends and associates, though they often went their own ways. Everyone respected Thompson although they knew that he wasn't someone that you crossed. The Mickey Thompson story is filled with great deeds and great tragedies. Mickey's sister, Collene Thompson Campbell is quite a lady and as the older brother, Mickey looked after her. He felt really bad when his nephew was brutally murdered. My uncle, George Forteville, worked with Thompson at the Los Angeles Times in Costa Mesa, California as a pressman. He says that the boss really liked Thompson and assigned him to the work shop where Mickey worked on equipment and his cars and wrote drag racing news stories for the Times. I'm surprised that two years have passed and no one has written a book on my father. If one comes out I would think that Dick Wells would be the author, or possibly Robert Genat. Wells is slightly older than I am, but what a rich life he has led. He is one of the overlooked giants of the auto racing world. Dad often said that Wells was like a son to him and I felt he was like an older brother. He is well respected among his peers. If a book does come out I will review it for the readers.

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Video of the Goodwood Revival held every year in merry old England. http://www.goodwood.co.uk/site/content/revival/The-Movie.aspx. Sent in by Ron Main

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The following was sent to us by Tom Householder and comes from the Kenosha News.
October 06, 2009 Kenosha News. The hearse carrying the body of Jerome Miller, a race track aficionado, gets the green light as he takes his final ride down the quarter mile at Great Lakes Dragaway. Published October 2, 2009. Racing in peace, Family arranges for coffin's final pass at Great Lakes Dragaway, by Deneen Smith. See http://www.kenoshanews.com/news/racing_in_peace_6494145.html. If Jerome Miller was watching somewhere, he would probably have been yelling "go faster." Miller, 72, an avid racing fan, died Tuesday. On Friday, his family arranged for Miller to have a final pass at Great Lakes Dragaway in Paris, where he had raced for decades. "It was his passion," said Miller's daughter Michelle Cook. To honor that passion, the funeral procession left Piasecki-Althaus Funeral Home in Kenosha and headed to the drag strip. At the track, family and friends gathered in the spectator stands overlooking the track, while the hearse carrying Miller's flag-draped coffin rolled up to the starting line. "Lay rubber!" someone shouted. Miller was born August 8, 1937 in Racine. He loved cars from the start. "He street dragged all through the 1950's when he grew up," Cook said. "His pride and joy was a '59 Chevy." For decades, he spent weekends at Great Lakes, 18411 First Street, racing and talking cars. For a time, when he and his wife Carolyn were raising their children, he put his hobby aside. "Then he picked it up again in the '80s," Cook said. His son Tony Miller, now 34, remembers spending nearly every weekend with his father at Great Lakes. They would camp at the track, becoming part of the community of racers who spent hours and hours working on cars so they could spend seconds tearing down the quarter-mile track. "It was really like another family over there," Tony Miller said. "Everyone helped one another. Dad was someone who knew everybody, who was always helping people out." He said his father loved that atmosphere, loved hanging out with the people as much as he loved the cars.
Miller's own car, in his last decade of racing, was a red AMC Concord. Beyond racing, Miller served in the United States Marines, worked as a salesman, and from 1983 until his retirement in 2009 owned and operated his own company, Omega Advertising in Milwaukee. Miller, who lived in Milwaukee, was forced to stop racing his AMC in 1993 when his vision was damaged after he suffered a brain aneurysm. But he still enjoyed going to the track, and most recently spent the day at Great Lakes on Labor Day. He died this week after suffering a sudden illness. At Great Lakes Friday, a group of racers from the Rockford, Illinois, area who had rented the track for the day made way for the funeral party. Drivers gathered along the fence near the track, as the family climbed into the stands. Some drivers chatted with mourners, asking about Miller and, in true track fashion, questioning what kind of car he used to drive. The hearse paused for several seconds at the starting line, then took off down the track. In the stands, Miller's friends and family cheered and applauded. "Let's hear it for Jerry," someone shouted. The digital scoreboard at the end of the track recorded the run's time, and a worker from the track brought Miller's ET slip - a slim, receipt-like recording of the run time and speed - to Miller's daughter Michelle Cook. She held it in her hand and smiled. The time, 45 seconds at 27 mph. "So what's going on? Is that someone who raced here?" one of the drivers waiting in the parking area asked. When told the circumstances, he nodded. "So they took him on his last pass. Cool. That's cool."

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The hearse carrying the body of Jerome Miller, a race track afficionado, gets the green light as he takes his final ride down the quarter mile at Great Lakes Dragaway. (KENOSHA NEWS PHOTO BY KEVIN POIRIER)

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Since Charlie Gilmore checked in with his racing memories I thought I ought to put in my 2 cents as well. I will stick to the subject of Charlie and me, and I can send you some more detailed information on me if you desire. As Charlie said, we originally met when I placed an ad in our local paper looking for a crewman to travel with me on the East Coast Fuel Funny Car Circuit. This, as the name would imply, was a group of Funny car racers, many from the Virginia and D.C. area, who were formed by Tom "Smoker" Smith, before the '69 season. We would go to drag strips all up and down the east coast putting on booked-in shows for the promoters. This was a good deal for all of us, since we could get a lot more paying dates than we could have on our own. We were all injected nitro cars and quickly evolved into the premier injected funny car circuit in the country. We were appealing to the promoters, because we were funny cars, ran fast, ran nitro and put on a hell of a show for less money than they could get 2 blown cars for. We would show up with 12 cars, run 2 qualifying passes to set the field at 8 for eliminations. At $750 to win and $250 for 1st round losers, it was a pretty good deal back in those days. There are guys running Quick 16 that have more money in their cars, that don't run for that kind of money today. Keep in mind that nitro was $3.00 a gallon, racing oil was a buck a quart, and gas for the tow truck was 35 cents a gallon. You could actually race for a living, which I did. It was the minor leagues, but it was racing, and a lot more exciting than thrashing around at your local strip, for basically nothing. Funny Cars were still new and exotic, and we ran plenty fast enough to keep the fans packing the fences. All of the cars could go well into the 8's, and back then that was way faster than anything except top fuel, and blown funny cars. Truth be known, I dare say you could build a funny car in those days for no more than a nationally competitive stocker would have cost and make a lot more money! All you had to have was the nerve, or lack of sense, to go for it. I did and only regret not having kept after it.
I chose to run a small block Ford, because that is what I had at the time. In 1967, I could choose to update my stock bodied Mustang funny car and add a Ford cammer, or build a state of the art flip top car, keeping the small block. It was one or the other. Since adding nitro to any motor produced more power than anyone could really use, it didn't seem like such a disadvantage. Besides, any idiot could make a Chevy run. It took a boat load of stubbornness to run a Ford, especially a little one. That was me all over! Besides, guys like Pete Robinson and a few others had been highly successful with small motors in light cars. Why not me? But this is getting a little off the subject, because I want to give Charlie Gilmore his due. He was probably the ideal crewman. He was serious, dedicated, knowledgeable and trustworthy. That is important, for someone packing your 'chute. We worked well together and I always knew I didn't have to worry about anything I told him to do. He also had the perfect job: He was the Postmaster in a small local village and had enough tenure that he got 6 weeks vacation a year. He could also take off days at a time and no one else had to arrange his schedule, because he was the boss. This worked out great, because we could leave on a Friday, or get home on a Monday, without having something stupid like work interfere with the important business of racing. We knew other guys on the circuit who worked all week, popped some bennies on Friday night, stayed up all night working on the car, towed to the track and then wondered why I always drilled them on the tree. Fact is I would have gated them anyway, but they didn't make it any harder. I was not the easiest guy to work for, because I was very serious about what I did and was always very hyper on race day. Charlie always took it in stride and never seemed to be upset about anything that I was not similarly irked about. Some people around Doylestown warned me that Charlie had the reputation of one of the local bad-asses, but I think he had pretty well calmed down by the time we hooked up.
We followed the circuit, from Sanair in Canada, to tracks in Georgia and Alabama and all sorts of places in between. We never stayed out between weeks. We were both married and had a hard enough time dragging that baggage as it was. I will add to his Sanair story that I believe the announcer's name was Brian Mulligan and he announced in both French and English. It was pretty strange listening to that while strapped in the car. I also remember Charlie wailing the hell out of his head, on the body, spinning to look at a passing pair of hotpants! I loved Sanair and was very impressed that Brian knew all about us. I guess there isn't much to do during those long winters, besides read old copies of Dragnews and Super Stock magazine. We were there on the first weekend of May, 1970, to open the track for the season. There were still piles of snow in the shady spots, but it did inch up to about 50 degrees. He is right on about the Elk Creek track. It was way down in the Southwestern corner of Virginia, near Independance, and took forever to get to. I remember the eerie experience of doing my burnout and looking to my right, before starting to back up. It felt like the crowd was looking right in my side window! They were up on a slight bank, behind a sheep wire fence and looked close enough to shake hands with. That had never happened before! He is also right about scaring away the miners, but my version is slightly different. After we had shut off the engines, this one miner, his face still black with coal dust, came over and asked me how we carried our nitro. At this point, Charlie emerged from the back of the truck and chimed in, "Why, in these cans, here," shaking one of our fuel cans as he spoke. The miner made a hasty exit. I swear that is true. Pick your favorite version.
Creed's or Virginia Beach International Dragway, if you prefer, was an auxiliary bomber base, during WW2. It looked like they had used it for bombing practice, because the craters in it were immense. I remember standing down in the lights, checking out the track, and watching these gassers come crashing and banging, and bottoming out through the traps. It was definitely the crudest place I ever ran. The lights were all but non-existent, and when I got crossed up, I shot off into the darkness and no idea where I was. That was spooky! We were supposed to follow a guy with a flashlight in the shutdown area, so he could direct us to the return road. Tommy Smith, with his Jolly Green Javelin, chased the guy half way across the field, him runnin', Tommy followin'. To get to Virginia Beach we had come down the Delmarva Peninsula and across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel. This takes you over about a 25 mile causeway. You feel like you are on the ocean. I remember Charlie remarking that he should write a book titled, "My days at Sea with a Fuel Funny Car." If this gives you the picture that Charlie was a character, you would be correct. And he still is. You could say we were all a colorful bunch. I think my favorite story happened on our trip to Warner Robbins, Georgia, in 1970. We arrived at about 3 p.m., for a night race. We were so early, we barely beat the track owner. Since we had plenty of time to kill, I engaged the owner in conversation and Charlie wandered up to the starting line to look at the track. I never spent much time studying tracks. We didn't have traction gauges or thermometers. We just showed up and ran. I used to tune for the way the air felt on any given day and learned how to factor in altitude. It was all seat of the pants. Drag racers have always been of the philosophy that you couldn't possibly make too much power!
I remarked to the owner that I did not recall hearing of his track. When he started telling me some of the history I said, "Oh, now I know, this used to be called Houston County Dragway, as in Sam Houston or the city. "Yes," he said, "but around here we call it House-ton county."
Charlie came wandering back and we set about unloading the car and setting up our pit area. This just involved parking the trailer and backing the pick-up truck to the front of the race car. Not the deal it is today, which rivals the circus coming to town. Charlie said to me, "I've been studying these tracks lately. This place has a lot of that grainy shit in the asphalt. I don't think it is going to have any bite. I think we ought to raise up the wheelie bars." "OK," I said, "whatever you think." I had no reason to question his judgment yet! We continued our work. Come 8 in the evening and time for the first round. It was an 8 car show with no qualifying. Our first round opponents were the Carlton Brothers Camaro with a BBC on board. John was a stout man and his brother even bigger around. Some said that they made the most power to pull all the extra weight. Others said they must have the fastest, because they always took the long way there. The car rarely ran straight, but they were formidable racers. At 127 pounds, two of me would not have made one of John. The Carlton's were having a problem with a slow leak in one of their slicks, so they let us know they needed a few seconds after the burnout, to pump some air in the tire. Sure, no problem. I could sit and idle all day and my little motor would not overheat. To watch John's brother back up the car was quite a sight, but now, there he was, frantically flailing away on a hand tire pump.
We staged and I cut an excellent light and was well out on the Camaro. There was only one problem; all I could see out the windshield was stars! I had stood that bitch as straight up as it would go. Charlie said he could see the driveshaft turning from his spot on the guardrail as I went by. What did I do? Well, hell, I knew I was ahead and I sensed the car was straight so the thought of lifting never entered my mind. Actually, I got out a sextant and took a sighting on the stars. I figured if it went straight, it would come down sometime. We were using a Hurst Dual Gate shifter in the car, which was a piece of junk. We had a lot of trouble with it, because if you didn't hold it hard over to the right, it would shift right past second into high gear. That is what happened this time. After all, I was kind of busy. Shifting into high, it settled down, light as a feather. However, the resulting loss of torque slowed the run and allowed Carlton to come around and get there first. It was undoubtedly fortunate, because I had not factored in the air getting under the car at higher speed. The only way it would have come down was a backward pirouette. I would have one-upped Garlits by years, but never would have got the publicity. It probably would have destroyed the car and ended my racing career, so luck comes in all forms. Charlie said the crowd went absolutely bananas. When we towed back to the pits the promoter came running up hollering, "Can you do that again?" We did come back after lowering the wheelie bars and made another run. It still carried the wheels about 4 feet high on the second pass. This time I did hit second, but it pushed a head gasket before the lights and I went skating through the traps. After that adventure I preferred to make my own decisions about the track. I don't think Charlie would have had the nerve to make that suggestion again, except in jest. I wasn't mad. It was a neat, memorable experience and one of many.
We headed for home, planning to stop for the night along the way. But everywhere we stopped along I-85, the motels were all full. By the time it got light we just kept on going and drove straight through. By the time we got home on Sunday afternoon we had been going for more than 36 hours. Using a slogan of the day, our Gillette 24-Hour protection was long gone. Those were the best times of our lives. We were living lots of peoples dream at the best possible time. As the cars became more technical and the tour more professional, the whole thing spiraled out of control. The cost killed the match racing and the sport is poorer for it. You reached a whole lot more fans when, in any given summer weekend, in the Northeast there would one or more 8-car funny car shows. I would not trade my time for any of these modern deals. Hell, they don't even look like real cars. My Cougar body was so box stock, you could read the Dealer sticker from the car they took the mold off. I have loads more material I could share, if you are interested. At some point, I might have to make you buy the book. I am presently writing a book about my golfing adventures in Scotland. If that goes anywhere, I would consider writing my memoirs. This is just a taste. Would it be interesting? You tell me. Jeff Foulk
Jeff: It is interesting. Write your book. I really enjoyed what you sent in. There are several ways to publish your memories and stories and you can read about that in Vanity Publishing, at www.hotrodhotline.com, Guest Columnists/Richard Parks.

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I misunderstood about the book review, I thought it was part of your www.landspeedracing.com column. Hence, I didn't discover you have a separate book review column at www.hotrodhotline.com online until a few days ago. A lot of interesting books that I will have to put on my list to buy. The Throttle book sales are going well. Steve Coonan is back at the printers working on the next Rodder's Journal. The review is great the only problem is that the first draft that you sent me, not the one that corrects my name to Don and removes the part about the book being available through Auto books, or Barnes and Noble. This is not a big deal. If it is to difficult to swap the revised edition in then don't worry about it. I'm working on this custom car story, but there might not be enough photographs to do an article. An interesting idea how custom ideas developed on the east coast just like the west coast before any magazine photographs were published. Thanks, Don Coonan
Don: I am very sorry that the INCORRECT version was published and the corrected copy was ignored somewhere in the process. There are several steps in writing a book review, having it checked out, then publishing it on-line. The copy that I have is below and I was going to publish it in the Society of Land Speed Racing Historians newsletter on www.landspeedracing.com as well as www.hotrodhotline.com. I checked the review on-line and there in black and white, unmistakeable, in all its glaring errors is the faulty book review that I allowed to go to my editor and then to the website. Not only did I err, but so did those who review the reviews that I write. We all let you down. It is a big deal, because our system calls for a group of people to create and then cross-check our work and that's why it isn't Richard Parks, but the team of Gone Racin' that gets the glory and the blame. If we make mistakes and those mistakes are forewarded on, then we have to ask ourselves, "Why are we even doing this work?" I apologize again and AGAIN. I will also talk to Roger to see why he forwarded the incorrect copy to the website operators, instead of the revised book review. Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection, can only be purchased through the office of The Rodder's Journal, listed in the correct version of the book review. It is DON Coonan and not Dan. People may think that these are just simply silly little errors, but Jim Miller and I have heated and prolonged debates, discussions and arguments over errata, or printed errors. I take Miller to task constantly for his spelling and he does the same about my research. This isn't a small matter to us as Jim will tell you. The SLSRH is committed to getting the facts straight and when we err, we are chagrined. EMBARRASSING!
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Gone Racin'…Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection, by Thom Taylor, Steve Coonan and the staff of The Rodder's Journal. Book review by Richard Parks, photographic consultant Roger Rohrdanz.

Most of my reviews are very simple. I explain the size, shape, construction, content and then place a value on the book so that the reader can quickly determine whether it's in their interest to look further into adding it to their library. Sometimes my review of books out of print is merely an effort to let readers know that a gem of a book exists in case they should run across a copy at a swap meet or a garage sale. On rare occasions I review a book that is a cornerstone addition; that is a book so valuable that it should be the beginning on which you build your collection. Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection is one of those cornerstone books. When Steve Coonan, Thom Taylor and Don Coonan mentioned that they were going to undertake this project and publish Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection, my expectations were very high. It took them quite some time, effort and expense, but my hopes for this book were not disappointed. Why is this book a masterpiece in my estimation? Well, it is an interesting story of a man and a magazine that has riveted the attention of anyone who ever owned or read an old issue of Throttle magazine. The story begins in the late 1930's, a time when the Great Depression changed America forever, and a world war was looming in the dark future. Young men in Southern California were developing their own brand of the car culture, which we call hot rodding today. They usually were poor, lucky if they had a job or part-time work and most people lived with extended family in small homes. Money was tight and that encouraged creativity and inventiveness. Young men would scour the junk yards for old cars and parts and build their own version of a fast and beautiful car. They raced their cars on the streets, at oval tracks, at the dry lakes in the Mojave Desert and anywhere they could find an opportunity to show them off.

It's hard to describe the activity and local racing in the 1930's to people today. The size and scope of the car culture then was huge, compared to today. During and just after the Great Depression and World War II, the freedom that cars, travel and racing gave to people was enormous. We didn't have the widespread use of television at that time. There was no internet to occupy our attentions. We had radio and it was a major part of our lives, though normally we only listened to it during the evenings, when the music and comedy shows came on. There were oval track races every night of the week in one location or another. A young man could take his roadster, coupe, jalopy, sprint car or midget to a track and race it on a constant basis and if he was a talented driver and his car was sturdy and well-built, he could win more money in a race than he could earn in a week. I remember seeing my Uncle Vance Ziebarth's check from the foundry. He earned $17 a week and in those days you worked 10 hours or more a week. A good driver might make that much or more in one night at the track, or sometimes win nothing and have to have his friends tow him home if he ran out of gas and money. Another activity for young men and their cars at that time, and still going on, is the time trials in the deserts on dry lakes, where the object is to match man and machine against time itself. It was a grueling trip out to the desert on roads that were primitive and sometimes non-existent. Once there it took organization and control in order to bring the chaos of young men racing their cars in every direction at once. George Wight and George Riley organized the Muroc Timing Association and ran it like a business, with help from young men and car clubs.

By 1937 the two men had decided to get out of the business of dry lakes racing and seven car clubs organized the Southern California Timing Association (SCTA) to carry on racing on the desert playas. Once a month, from May through November, young men would make the long, slow and arduous trip out to the dry lakes of Southern California. In between they would race on the oval tracks or arrange for informal races on isolated streets and highways. Other groups would form to organize this boiling point of enthusiasm for young men and their lust to race their cars. The Western Timing Association (WTA) formed with the goal of conducting safe and controlled land speed racing on the dry lakes. The goal of the SCTA, WTA, Russetta Timing Association and oval track promoters and racing associations was to bring a measure of safety to car racing and to counter the public belief that auto racing was unsafe. Many people wanted to see car racing banned on the oval tracks, at the dry lakes and particularly on the streets, where it was virtually unsupervised. These groups would spend time and resources to counter the public perception that auto racing was dangerous, deadly and unnecessary. Individuals would also speak out on the subject; men like Wally Parks, Ed Adams, Art Tilton, Thatcher Darwin, Ak Miller and Jack Peters. Adams, Parks, Tilton, Darwin and Miller represented the SCTA and they were advocates of safe and sanctioned dry lakes racing. Walt James, J.C. Agajanian and other promoters and racing leaders oversaw the safety of oval track racing. However, there were hardly any publications devoted to promoting auto racing at the time and to be a voice for the interests of car guys and racers. Into that void stepped Jack Peters, a young man who passionately believed in promoting the interests of the racing public.

Jack Peters is actually an alias and if it hadn't been for the great detective work of the people at The Rodder's Journal, his story might never have been told. He was born Jack E. Jerrils, but went by the name of Jack Peters while he was racing. He had a striking and bubbly personality and you quickly noticed his piercing eyes, wide smile and big ears. He had a presence about him and he was well liked. For years people believed that Jack must have been a Throttler and that he went off to war and perished, for nothing was heard from him again after 1942. Jack Peters founded Throttle magazine in late 1940 and the first issue came out in January of 1941. He went everywhere with a bundle of magazines under his arm and how we came to know him was through his meetings with the SCTA Board of Director meetings. Throttle magazine was an instant success with car guys in Southern California, though Peters had to work hard to convince the advertisers that his little magazine had staying power. He produced 11 monthly issues and a special issue to honor and report on the biggest race of them all - the Indianapolis 500. Peters scoured the racing landscape for stories and Throttle magazine was one of the first publications to give space to the dry lakes and land speed racers. The quality of the magazine and its reporting accuracy was outstanding. Over the years collectors and historians made every effort to find and add Throttle magazine to their collections. The magazine grew in popularity, content and size to the point that in early December of 1941 Peters wrote in the editorial for that month that 1942 looks like his magazine will reach even greater reach and success. It was not to be, for a few days after the editorial was written and the magazines were being mailed out, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and all forms of racing would cease until after the war.

Peters closed his publication and entered the service and after that no one ever heard from him again. It was common for men to leave for the war and never return. Over the years we collected Throttle magazine, read and reread the old stories from 1941 and dreamed about what would have happened if WWII had never occurred. In 1948 Bob Lindsay and Robert "Pete" Petersen began to publish Hot Rod magazine and it was eerie how similar their publication was to Throttle magazine. They had the same cover, red stripes on the top and bottom with a gray background in the middle with a photograph of a car or driver. The headings, stories, titles and way of organizing the content were very similar and leads us to believe that Lindsay and Petersen copied the format of Throttle for their new racing magazine. Perhaps most magazines of the day had a similar format. I remember that Look, Life, Saturday Evening Post and other magazines often had similar outlines. But the similarity between Throttle magazine in 1941 and Hot Rod magazine in 1948 is nearly identical. Throttle magazine was forgotten for many years, until collectors began finding copies at swap meets, garage sales and on eBay. Hot Rod magazine became iconic and well sought after, but Throttle became a rarity and seldom mentioned by most racing fans. We knew that the magazine existed and I made a photo copy of Jack Underwood's collection of Throttle magazine, which is good that I did, since someone stole his Throttle magazines. That's all that he and I have to work with while using Throttle magazine as a researching tool for pre-WWII auto racing. The copied material is fine for that research, but no match for having the actual magazine in front of us.

Then the Coonan brothers at The Rodder's Journal talked to Thom Taylor and using Thom's original collection of Throttle magazines, great detective work and the excellent quality of The Rodder's Journal photography and printing, they brought us Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection. The result is a book that even exceeds the earlier magazines themselves. The sad part is that we only have one year, 1941, in which this magazine existed and reported on the racing scene. We are so thankful that we have this one year, but we can't help but think what a treasure was lost because Peters didn't start until that year and WWII ended his dream of starting a national car racing publication. If the war hadn't interrupted Throttle magazine's existence, it is highly probable and close to a near certainty that Lindsay and Petersen would never have created Hot Rod magazine. We don't know that for a fact and I don't recall that anyone ever asked Lindsay and Petersen this question while they were alive. Yet Throttle magazine began to thrive and grow rapidly and we can assume from the facts that if Peters had continued publishing Throttle magazine, that Hot Rod magazine would not have survived the competition. Another point is that Hot Rod magazine was started as a tool to help Petersen promote the SCTA Hot Rod Show at the Armory in Los Angeles in 1948. This show was put on for a major reason, to show the public that hot rodding was something to be appreciated and not feared. The SCTA didn't know whether it would be a commercial success or a failure. The need to promote hot rodding as an organized sport was imperative and they were desperate to get the public on their side. Pending legislation to end hot rodding was in the California Assembly and the public was clamoring for an end to street racing. The SCTA and other groups had to act and the Hot Rod Show was the tool that the group was using to educate the public.

If Throttle magazine had not closed and were still publishing, Petersen and the SCTA would certainly have used the publication for promoting the Hot Rod Show and Hot Rod magazine most likely would never have been created. As for the book, Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection, it is up to the high standards of the old Throttle magazine and The Rodder's Journal. The book measures 8 � x 10 � inches in dimension and is about � inch in thickness. It is a hard cover edition and the binding is an extra quality cloth binding and not glued. The book cover jacket is worth saving and is reminiscent of the covers on the old Throttle magazines. Strange as it may seem, the book cover jacket which is meant to protect the book, is probably worth half the price of what the book is valued at, so you need to make sure that you protect the book cover jacket. I stress this over and over again in all my reviews, for while a book cover jacket does not give any information as compared to the contents of the book itself, yet books lose a considerable amount of value when they are torn, tattered or lost. This book cover jacket really enhances the appeal of the book, making Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection valuable as a coffee table book, a racing book and an encyclopedia of racing history. The book has 185 pages, all of which are very high quality, waxed photographic paper, similar to that used by The Rodder's Journal and making the photographs stand out in high detail. It is as if they had taken 12 issues of Throttle magazine and bound them into a book. The quality of the old magazine and that of the new book are equal. This is a first class reproduction of a first class magazine of the day. There is a one page introduction by Thom Taylor and Steve Coonan, terse, passionate and to the point. Following that is a one page table of contents. There are 13 chapters; one chapter for each monthly issue of the old Throttle magazine and an extra chapter on the history of Throttle magazine and Jack Peters, aka Jack E. Jerrils. Finally there is a six page comprehensive index, which I always like to see in a book. I often go first to the index to judge a book. If an author creates a good index, that is an indication that the rest of the book will have content and detail as well. Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection has a thorough and complete index and the historian and fans of racing will appreciate that little extra attention to detail.

The photographs for the most part have come from the old Throttle magazines and thus the quality should be rated on what Jack Peters had to work with at the time. Peters did a remarkable job with his photography, considering what he had available to him. Steve Coonan did an excellent job of transferring the old photographs into the book without losing any more detail and clarity. Coonan always does an excellent job. The Rodder's Journal has competitor in journalism that is superior. At best there are a few magazines that can come close to equaling what Coonan does. That does not mean that the photographs in Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection are always of high quality as you see in The Rodder's Journal, but that is not Coonan's fault, but the type of cameras that Peters was using back in 1941. For most purposes the photographs are sufficient for the general public and auto racing historians to use and enjoy. This was the best that they had back in 1941 and Coonan has faithfully kept whatever quality there was from degrading further. Jack Peters wrote many of the columns and stories published in Throttle magazine, but he went out of his way to get others to contribute as well, so we have a well rounded view of racing in 1941. Besides Peters, there were articles and by-lines by his brother, Dick Jerrils, Pop Myers, Wally Parks, George Rowell, Lou Senter, Howard Wilson, Barney Glazer, W. Blaine Patton, Art Tilton, Sid Senter, and Howard Langley. Rowell and Lou Senter were the major columnists, but Jack Peters filled the majority of pages of Throttle magazine with his zealous reporting. The words simply pack energy and reach out after nearly seven decades with a resonance of power. Reading these old stories is like awakening from a long sleep and seeing familiar faces. They are still alive today, these events, men and their machines.

Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection is published by The Rodder's Journal, 263 Wattis Way, South San Francisco, California 94080. You can reach them at 1-650-246-8920 or 1-800-750-9550 and their website is www.roddersjournal.com. No price or ISB number was listed, and at present the book can only be purchased through The Rodder's Journal main office. As for references, well I have one and that is my father, Wally Parks. He kept and treasured The Rodder's Journal as he received it monthly. He left his copies to my brother and me and considered the magazine to be one of the finest that he has ever seen. If he had lived to see Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection, he would have told you that it was a true masterpiece. It is a masterpiece of work from Jack Peters that Steve Coonan and Thom Taylor have lovingly brought back to life so that all of us can share in owing a complete collection of the 12 issues of Throttle magazine. So it is easy for me to simply say - BUY it. I rate Throttle - 1941: The Complete Collection a complete and full 8 spark plugs out of a total of 8 possible. It is that good a book. I couldn't find anything that I even faintly found lacking. It's readable, informative, fast and fun. The book is chock full of details and history and the stories are as fresh today as when they were written. The enthusiasm and zeal of that day comes through for me in an age seven decades removed from the Great Depression era. It's a book I pick up often and scan through and enjoy, just for a moment or for an hour. It's, after all, a cornerstone book for your hot rodding and car racing library.
Gone Racin' is at [email protected].

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Gone Racin'…"Red Stockings & Out Of Towners, Sports In Utah." Book Review by Richard Parks, photographic consultant Roger Rohrdanz
Another book has come out containing a history of land speed racing. Titled "
Red Stockings & Out of Towners, Sports in Utah," this anthology has some very interesting chapters on sporting events in Utah during the 19th and 20th centuries. There is only one chapter on land speed time trials, but for those individuals who have an avid interest in esoteric sporting events, perhaps this book will be of some interest.
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Red Stockings" is a 250 page, paperbound work, with 14 chapters, covering baseball, football, boxing, tennis, bicycle racing, gambling (yes, they gambled in Utah), skiing, fishing and land speed racing. The chapters on boxing are enlightening, for Tex Rickard and Jack Dempsey promoted and fought throughout the area. The chapter on gambling was new information, as so many people believe that wagering was never allowed in Utah, or any other vices for that matter. It is a scholarly work with ample footnotes and a 16-page index. So many authors stint on footnoting and indexes, yet here you will find a first class effort to make it easy for the average reader to find what he/she is searching for.
My interest lay in chapter 10, "These Bloomin' Salt Beds," by Jessie Embry and Ron Shook. There are 16 pages of text, 3 pages of footnotes and one black and white photo. Not much for the die-hard land speed racing fan. The authors gleaned a great deal of their information fromthe files of Jack Underwood (SCTA archivist), books, magazine articles, pamphlets, programs, and personal interviews. The authors present a shortened history of the racing on the Salt Flats that leave out a good deal of what actually happened there. It is unavoidable, given the few pages that they have to work with.
They stress the runs made there by the more notable names, Campbell, Cobb, Breedlove and Arfons, among others. They still manage to find room for a few personal interviews and details about the other classes that also ran speed trials at Bonneville. There is a definite Utahan perspective from how they see these time trials. They struggle with terms such as 'hot rodders' and 'professionals.' This isn't a major obstacle for those LSR fans, and it is interesting to see how others view this form of racing. Whereas some of the chapters are dry and overly scholarly, Embry and Shook present a narrative that flows naturally.
Yet, some of their conclusions seem to be rather disjointed. The authors' state, "…it is questionable whether the Salt Flats will ever be used again for the land speed record. Its use as a hot rod track is also in doubt because of the continued deterioration of the salt. Some racers will continue to use Bonneville for records near the 400 mile an hour mark in different classes." This remark was made in 2003, after three straight years of salt replenishment and improved racing on the salt flats. What they meant to say, is that the unlimited record runs will have to find other venues that will be long and safe enough to race on. But every person who races in any category that is recognized will take offense to being labeled just a "hot rodder," or in a category other than "THE land speed record." Every category is "The land speed record" for that class, and every person who tries to set a record, no matter what the classification, is a land speed record racer.
Whether this short chapter is sufficient to buy the book depends on your needs. To see Bonneville as Utahans see it and to have a short history of the Salt Flats may be enough reason to add it to your library.
Gone Racin' is at [email protected]

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Gone Racin'…Race Legends of the Fabulous Fifties, by Art Evans. Book review by Richard Parks, photographs by Roger Rohrdanz
Race Legends of the Fabulous Fifties is written by Art Evans, and features 51 road course racing legends in an easy to read format. There is a table of contents, preface and an introduction by Carroll Shelby. There are chapters on the highways and streets that were used to race on, and eight first class racing courses; Watkins Glen, Bridgehampton, Sandberg, Palm Springs, Elkhart Lake, Pebble Beach, Torrey Pines and the Pan-American Mexican Road Race. Art located old advertisements from magazines that bring back the nostalgia of the times. There is a description of the Fabulous Fifties Association, which isn't a club at all. The Fabulous Fifties are road course racers who get together in an informal gathering, without officers or rules, to hold reunions and relive the glory years of road course racing. The book is 9 x 11 inches, hardcover with glossy paper, and 51 full-page black and white photos of the men and women honored within. There are 127 photos and 16 graphs, maps or posters in the book, and it is 136 pages in length. In addition there are 33 nostalgic ads, which bring back the aura of the times, and three pages devoted to memorabilia that one can purchase from the author. One drawback is the lack of an index.
Even without an index, the structure of the book is encyclopedic and alphabetical, so that the reader can quickly find what he is looking for.
Evans gives each of the subjects two pages. On one side is a full-page black and white photo of the road racer as he or she looks today, with a few exceptions, like James Dean, who passed away in the 1950's on his way to a race at Salinas, California. The other page has text and story with a small photo showing how they looked in their racing days. Those being honored include; Bob Akin, Max Balchowsky, Bob Bondurant, Lindley Bothwell, Jack Brabham, Jay Chamberlain, Tim Considine, Briggs Cunningham, Chuck Daigh, Mary Davis, James Dean, Bill Devin, Steve Earle, Juan Fangio, John Fitch, and George Follmer, and as you can see, many of them went on to fame in other racing leagues. Evans raced and knew them all, and wrote with feeling and passion. He also wrote and photographed; Jerry Grant, Dick Guldstrand, Dan Gurney, Jim Hall, Sam Hanks, Jim Haynes, Phil Hill, David Hobbs, Skip Hudson, Ed Hugus, Dennis Holmes, Jim Jeffords, Parnelli Jones, Bruce Kessler, Bill Krause, and Ruth Levy. That is only a portion of the road course racers given a quick write-up in Race Legends of the Fabulous Fifties.
Evans goes on to record even more legends; Pete Lovely, Jack McAfee, Ken Miles, Stirling Moss, Bill Murphy, Paul O'Shea, Augie Pabst, Scooter Patrick, Jim Peterson, Vasek Polak, Bill Pollack, Andy Porterfield, Brian Redmond, Lance Reventlow, Carroll Shelby, Bill Stroppe, Bobby Unser, John Von Neumann, and Rodger Ward. It is quite a list of those road warriors that took to road racing after the 2nd World War. Racing had come to an abrupt standstill while the nation redirected men and women into the war effort. After the war, the pent-up demand to go racing was indescribable. Records were set and re-set, and attendance at these events grew with each race. The 1950's saw more interest in road course racing, but local development and zoning ordinances closed many tracks and courses. The country drifted off into the complex Vietnam War and civil disobedience, and the road racers moved on to new racing pursuits. Road racing still exists, and will never pass out of existence, for there will always be those who love the thrill of the race, the crazy turns and the heart pounding excitement. Its greatest heights were attained in the 1950's, and Art Evans has given us a book to remember and savor those times.
Gone Racin' is at [email protected]

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You Tube video ... Speed Demon driven by George Poteet at Bonneville. See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSRy8TfSzoQ. Sent in by Ron Main

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Video ... The history of the Tustin Blimp base. After the Goleta Drags in 1949, the SCTA put on a drag race at the Tustin Blimp base around 1950, at the same time the Santa Ana Dragstrip was just getting started. Bikes and roadsters put on quite a display. See www.tustinca.org/videos/hangarshistory.wmv. Sent in by Jack Underwood

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Britain looking for info on car/truck.jpg.........A British magazine editor and reporter friend of mine is looking for the owner of this diesel truck. I have seen the truck run at El Mirage but I do not know the owner. If any of you do know him please send Nigel Grimshaw an email with his contact information. Nigel's email is noted below. Thank you and hopefully it leads to some ink for this nice LSR truck. See you all at Bonneville for the World's, if you have an interesting story to tell or a nice new sponsor to thank, come on by the starting tower and I will be happy to relay your information on the FM broadcast. 

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I will be doing announcing with Jon Winnerberg and we would love to hear from you so that we can tell your stories. "The Purple Powder Coater," Andrews Powder Coating, Inc., 9801 Independence Avenue, Chatsworth, CA 91311. Phone 818-700-1030, or go to the website at www.powdercoater.com.  Regards, Scott Andrews
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   You don't happen to know this guy (picture attached) do you? Or where I might find his contact details? See www.typemedia.net, or www.type-magazine.com. Nigel Grimshaw at [email protected]

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Emailing: FIA_Cert.jpg..............Car #715 Poteet and Main new FIA record at Bonneville. Sent in by Ron Main

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Scan.pdf...........Award Certificate given to George Poteet for driving the Speed Demon at Bonneville. Courtesy of Ron Main

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Rollie_Free_record_run.jpg...............Here is a cool picture of the Black Lightning I saw on line when looking at the Vincent Black Shadow motorcycles.  Courtesy of Spencer Simon

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postergirl.jpg.........Speed Demon will be on display at the 2009 SEMA show along with the Hot Rod magazine trophy and model Taylor Marion.               Ron Main photograph

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Wally Parks Memorial Award 001.jpg.........L-R: Jim Hill, Ed Eaton, Nancy Wilson, Steve Gibbs and Ernie Schorb. Rosemary and Ernie Long collection

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