His name was Billy Young. He hailed out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
He always showed up at the track with his son, whom he called Little Huck,
if my memory is correct. He ran an AA/FD called Green Onions. He was an
African American and looked to me to be about 6 foot 4 inches tall. At one
point in time, Little Huck did the driving. Billy was a unique character
who never seemed to get ruffled at the track.
He towed the trailer with a big station wagon with NAACP lettered
across the doors. This was about the year 1961 or ‘62. The NAACP had
printing under the big bold main letters that read, "National
Association for the Advancement of Chrysler Plymouth." Green Onions
sported an early Hemi. Billy and friends also had a great sense of humor.
Green Onions was a fairly good running car, but seemed to be plagued with
the little things that allow the competition to go by you for the win.
I remember one time when Huck was driving. The car sounded healthy and
left the line fairly hard. It was on a good run and I saw Huck shut her
down. I'm watching for the chute, but there was none. I notice the car
hopping around on its tires as Huck tried to get it stopped. Off into the
cornfield goes Huck and Green Onions. It appeared that he wasn't in
serious trouble, just knocking down some corn stalks as he disappeared
Billy's standing on the starting line with me watching the action. The
track's rescue team is off after Huck in the ambulance. I asked Billy if
he wanted to jump in to get to the bottom of the track. He calmly smiled
and said, "What for? He was all right when he left, we didn't build
it to stop." After the car returned, I saw that everyone was OK. No
The next time Billy and the crew showed up at the track, we had
scheduled a wheelstander for the folks between the qualifying and actual
race. Wouldn't you know it? The guy breaks, and we have no so-called half
time show. What to do? The track decides to run a foot race for its
1320-foot racing length. We announce the foot race, and open it up to
anyone who wants to compete. First prize was a trophy and a few bucks to
About 40 or so guys and gals show up for the race along with Billy
Young. One of the guys who came to the starting line was the local
area's high school track champion. We line everyone up as best we can
and we flag them off. All I can remember to this day is Billy trucking
down the track in his engineering boots with his pants legs rolled up,
right behind the local track star who's decked out in shorts and sneakers.
Billy's right on the guy's heals all the way to the finish line. He
comes in second. I don't remember the times turned by the winner. I just
remember Billy's long legs with boots churning down that quarter mile. I
never laughed so hard in my life.
Joe McNally does the work to schedule a yearly reunion at Vargo's
Dragway. This past October, he told me that Billy was supposed to be
there. Unfortunately, Billy never showed up. Hope everything's OK. This
year, Joe is planning on the reunion again, and is hoping to have the
Lehigh Valley Timing Association members attend. It will be the 50th
reunion for the group. They started drag racing in the Lehigh Valley area
and ran at Vargo's Dragway.
So if you're available and in the area, put this one down on your
calendar. I don't think the date has been scheduled as of today. Keep your
eyes open, it will get posted on the web somewhere I'm sure. If Billy
shows up, we're not going to run another foot race. Not that we're all too
old, it's just that we'll all need to look through our piles of junk to
see if anyone has the starting flag.