We took the soup everywhere. The deal was, we give you soup and you give us stuff. McCloskey and I were in the pits at the Beach one Saturday night. We had just done one of our spectacular line blow-ups where we put a rod through the pan and poured five quarts of Valvoline on the ground at the starting line. First it was green and everyone thought we ran the sponsor's stuff in the crankcase! Then it was a mess. Anyway when we got back to the pits, we put a pot of soup on and ran to the tower to ask if anyone in the stands might have another flathead they could give us. (Another story -- what we got when we asked). 

When the soup was done, our first customer was Mr. Iskenderian. He told us he loved the soup. We said we could trade soup for a cam. We had done this with Jim Deist for a chute and fire suit. We had needed a fire suit after someone saw us light the "silver Levis" on fire while Wells was asleep with them on. I guess the trade was well known in the industry because Ed said, "Sure I'll give you a cam, but I don't want as much soup as you gave Deist." 

Today, they are OUT of soup and tell me about it. Deist and Isky still give me a hard time about the soup. Jim still comes up to me and wants more hamburger soup. Last CHRR at the Red Lyon, Sherry and I came out after dinner and ran into Isky. He grins and says, "You're the young man who gave me soup!" I ain't young no more -- GOD BLESS YOU ED ISKENDERIAN!