So much fretting over the future of hot rodding. So little faith in the spawn of nitro-altered chromosomes. I don't get it. Just because our own synapse system has corroded doesn't mean petrochemical poisoning has had an adverse effect across the board. Young roosters still get their feet wet with exposure to any manner of mechanical merriment, then sample other pursuits until the adventures deliver them to their own niche. Everything's new, but nothing has really changed. Here's a toast to the future, and our offspring who drag us along for the ride.
Even the late model guys don't last forever. We received a couple reminders this week that none of us know how long our fuse is. All around great guy and beloved track character Steve "Nitro Man" Wallace died suddenly of unknown causes. I saw Steve less than a year ago at Famoso, so stoked on horsepower bliss that his feet barely touched the ground - he just vibrated around the facility, manically thrilled to greet everyone he saw. He couldn't have been any more full of life. I didn't shoot any photos that day, so have downloaded some for you here. My apologies and thanks to the unknown photogs.
From the Honoring Veterans Department: Paul "Tug Boat" Candies also passed on this week. Renowned for his mega-successes with Funny Car and Top Fuel partner Leonard Hughes, Paul's family can take pride and solace in decades of achievements driven by an untameable passion. Paul Candies envisioned and implemented the team concept in pro drag racing, decades before John Force and Don Schumacher took the blame. Love 'em or hate 'em, teams win Championships, thanks to Candies' foresight. Children P.B., Brett, and grandson Devin carry on the legacy with Candies signage on their (Stock and Super Stock) Drag Pack Mopars and Cobra Jet Mustangs.
SGE International reporter Jacques Vandenbergh (from Classic Cars and Lifestyle Magazine) checked in this week with coverage of the Goodwood Festival of Speed from England. As my unflagging pursuit of event entry for the Son of Godzilla Morris continues unrequited, the event somehow carries on. Baffling.
SGE East Coast correspondent Ray Guarino submitted this report from last week's Syracuse Nationals in New York. The Right Coast Association blowout was bigger than ever, but was sadly overstocked with pastel and billet filler. Unfazed, Cub Reporter Ray sniffed out the good stuff for discerning SGE eyes to savor - a nice sample of East Coast reality, from pitiful salt carnage to righteously restored historical hilarity.
WARNING: Self Indulgent Post!
I still have no idea how she does it. For years, I've watched slackjawed as my girlfriend Saint Shellski throws together dinner parties on a moment's notice - every one a delicious smash hit. This weekend it was finally my turn.
To celebrate the completion of the new Scotty Gosson Combo album ("Surfing the Asphalt Playground"), producer/drummer Rob James and I decided to make a promotional video. We began planning the logistics two weeks ago. And that's exactly when the wheels began to come off. By the morning of the shoot, everything had unraveled. We had no video camera. The club we booked to shoot "live" performance scenes was locked and empty. What to do? In the spirit of the album, we winged it on the fly. As usual, it all worked out better than our original laughable plans. Look for the finished(?) product here soon. Keep your expectations low and you won't be too disappointed.
NOW do you see why I can claim to be the luckiest guy in town? And these are just SOME of my friends!