This is a big one (loud groan from the people who frequent this place),
so I'll BS a little while it downloads (another massive groan reverberates).
Day one of the Moto1.Net National Hot Rod Association presented by
Chevrolet, Budweiser, Summitracing.com, Trak Auto Parts, in conjunction with
Bill's Barbecue, Jeg's, and the Dinwiddie County Sheriff Patrol (you go,
Barney) Nationals. Heading out to the track, the weather looked OK; 13 miles
later I thought it would be OK to turn the wipers on. By the time I arrived
at VMP, the rain had quit so I promptly drove into a field (free parking)
and with eyes wide, prayed I'd truck on through this ominous mud bog my Ford
just wouldn't miss.
I only went on a Thursday just to see what the pros do on an off day at
the track. It was really laid back, flashbacks of an era long, long ago.
Very few pit ropes, Del wiring a chassis, Scelzi riding a small motor bike.
Jim Epler applying decals on a new black body as other crewmembers cut,
grind & drill. Jim Dunn overseeing his race car while Hofmann
unenthusiastically signs a few caps.
Said 'Hi' to the Ace as he unpacked the rental car trunk. Then saw the
newest inductee of the Motorsports Hall of Fame and decided to tour his
display trailer. Very impressive to say the least, his Snake's Final Strike
helmet & driving suit was on display as were various old trophies,
engine parts. The tour ladies gave me the first class treatment (coulda been
due to a slow day) and as I was turning on my flash the one lady volunteered
to snap the Snake uniform with me in the pic. That's one shot that'll be
cropped if posted! She did great; I just don't have that Damn Kid pose
perfected. The last stop on the tour was the doorway to the bar. No more
details for those attending later events, but this is a must see just for
the one bar detail of 'The Snake'.
Satisfied the pros could make do without any of my tune-up tips for the
moment, I headed towards the sportsman pits. There was a red fat fendered
Willys with flames! But that's another post. And a Jeep sporting an
altered-type shovel nose, and a four cylinder dragster with slicks narrower
than the front tires on my lawn tractor. Then there was a Kaiser; not sure
if this is a type of car or air compressor, maybe both.
Not many alcohol cars at all, but the War Horse was there in all its
photographic beauty parked in the gravel while a large chuck of pit pavement
was barren. And the Chicken Chokers are present, cool ritual. Well, after
five hours of this I finally maxed the boredom scale. Time to mosey on home,
have some film developed and weather permitting, visit a completely
different atmosphere tomorrow -- I hear the keys to the zoo jingling