Friday, July 27, 2012

LEG ONE OF THE 2012 ROAD RASH TOUR (And Selected Bonus Coverage)





It’s the call of the wide open road. I must obey. Last week it took me to Vancouver, Washington to shoot photos for the new top secret CarTech book project. The camera gear was loaded into the Bi-Polar Bear and the tank was filled. Thanks to Doctor Lockjaw providing me use of his hoist, the annoying exhaust leak was repaired the day before lift-off, and I enjoyed easy listening nirvana (a smooth exhaust note) during the 600ish mile round trip. That’s important, since the Delco radio was thrown out in the name of weight savings (Dead weight, too – the squawk box couldn’t pull in a signal and couldn’t reproduce it when it did catch a wave). I blasted north, stopping only to soak up local color at gas stations and rest areas. Upon arrival in Vancouver (apparently, the most hot rods per capita in America), I hit the ground stumbling and didn’t take a break until the return trip, three days later. As always, this journey was more of an adventure than anticipated. Special thanks to my pal Paul "House" Gilbert and family, who sheltered and fed me! Here’s the only images I'm allowed to show you...




I spent most of my time flushing out prey in shops and garages. This is Chip Starr's place, outside of Scappoose, Oregon. This Model A roadster runs a flatty V-8 under the louvered aluminum tonneau. 

Salt legend Bruce Geisler, wrenching on his banger powered Model A in his Vancouver, Washington garage. Yes, I'm saving the good shots for print.

After a great day in Bruce's shop, we hopped into his daily driver and picked up infamous automotive scribe Don Pennington.  My understanding was they were giving me a ride to my host's home. They explained that this was actually a kidnapping and we made tracks to a Slo-Poks (drag) club meeting for dinner. This was overflow parking, on the neighbor's lawn. They forced me to take these photos, then blindfolded me again.

               Some of the early arrivals at Mike's house, also in Vancouver. He spared no expense on a great spread for about 100 (burp)!

  First thing the very next morning, I was kidnapped again! I shot this while captive in Mark Brislawn's T roadster, at speed. He drove me to an undisclosed location where I was again forced to take photographs that I can't show here. You know, I could get used to this abduction stuff.

 Risking possible physical harm, I snuck a shot of my abductor's getaway car - banger powered and plenty frisky. We apparently outran at least one Police car en route to this locale.

Once locked inside of Briz' sprawling compound, the blindfold was finally removed, to reveal my host, "House", acting surprised to see me alive. He turned out to be the instigator behind both heinous crimes. I should've known! It's almost always the person you believe you can trust...

 While toiling the day away in Briz' shop, he fed me a local gruel they call "Hamburger". I caught him driving his hot rod Franklin to a nearby vendor to procure one for me. I ate it. Hunger and exhaustion had severely effected my judgement. I finally lost consciousness shortly afterward and woke up the next day at House's house, grateful to be alive, but experiencing stomach cramps and severe delirium.  


This week, the latest (September) issue of Hot Rod Deluxe came out. I’ve been sweating like a worn main seal, stressing over a tech story I did for this issue that was fraught with problems from the get-go. As usual, Dave Wallace (“The Racer’s Friend”) pulled off the impossible and made me look semi-lucid. Thanks again, Chief! My coverage of the Viva Las Vegas event is also in this issue. There’s only room to run X amount of photos in any given issue, so here’s some exclusive bonus shots, just for you...

Wouldn't you know it. One of the first people I ran into in Vegas was a homie. Dave Lyon (from Hood River, Oregon) drove his '35 Dodge pickup down and only lost a few hubcaps. These things are finally getting their due. I've accrued some seat time in this Pentastar commercial, originally sold at the Hood River Dodge dealership. Other than the '41 Willys front bumper, the tin is gennie.

The magazine coverage lauds Brian Belcher's  freshman effort and mentions the '55 Pontiac 287" engine, but doesn't really show it. Here ya go, Poncho fans.


Jack Warren and Andy Supple's Willys coupe (built in 1960 and still racing) has been running this injected Olds from day one. Best numbers so far are 8.27 at 138 MPH.

  Why should the Fords get all the attention? GM models take the treatment just as well, if planned thoughtfully, as this Chevy proves.

                             Customs basically rule the roost at Viva, in styles from trad to rad. 
Top to bottom: Dave Redlig's '59 Buick (which drove from Vancouver, BC); Unknown Chevy (from Gambino's shop?); Steve & Terry Galvan's '37 Chevy delivery, which was wrecked and cut into two pieces when Steve got it. It's better now. The Galvans cruised the 250" Chevy six from Moss Lake, California. Steve declares, "It drives like a new Cadillac!"

As mentioned in the HRD story, the music (if not the photography) was all Grade A Choice. Top to bottom: Hot Rod Trio, Buzz Campbell, and Duane Eddy. Oh yeah, The Ventures and over 60 other bands also played Viva.





Things are finally falling together to get my little independent publishing company up and running. At this stage, it’s a mocked-up roller, but still needs plumbed and wired, so to speak. Here’s a teaser peek at one of the top secret titles that you’ll be able to hold in your hands relatively soon (as in relative to the formation of the universe). It’s a document of my hitch hiking trip around the U.S. in 2009, when I visited every race track I came across (effortless when I was a teen, but quite different now). When it’s ready to hit the shelves, you’ll hear about it here first…

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: This summer’s nationwide heat wave is shriveling the whole country into a U.S.-shaped dried prune. Believing I’m still 17 (based mostly on maturity level), I laughed at the UV rays and imagined them bouncing off of me like so many rubber chickens (Sheepish admission: I thought Melanoma was an exotic fruit). But after five hours on the freeway in my A/C and interior-delete special, I succumbed to heat stroke and my homecoming party was held in the ER of the local hospital. I thought I was having a heart attack. It turns out that dehydration is just as deadly. I could have died. Don’t be like Stoopid Scotty. Protect yourself from the sun and stay wet inside. You know, just like at Bonneville, or any race. We have to do it every day now. It’s good practice for the races. You guys keep an eye on each other, okay?

Sunday, July 15, 2012

ROAD HAZARD AHEAD



Tis the season. The most wonderful time of the year. Road time. Finally unchained from the leaden weight of winter and exhausted from the effort of clenching every muscle against the cold, I sprang free of the bunker in April and have been on the fly since. Most of this spring and summer have been spent herding rogue loose ends of various projects, and now I can resume my glorious love affair with the hot curving asphalt stretched out before me.

This week, it’s another banzai run to the Portland/Vancouver area to shoot photos for the latest CarTech book project. If I survive that, I’ll return in the nick of time to announce a nostalgia drag race at my home track, Champion Raceway (the Julian Gonsalves Memorial Race on August 4th – BE THERE!!!). The next day, it’s off to Nebraska (the Beef State) for more photos and a side trip to the Sand Hills Open Road Challenge, where I’ll be crewing in support of my nephew’s ZO6 Corvette 200 MPH quest. Look for a blog post on that adventure. From Nebraska, my brother Wayne and I head to Bonneville for magazine coverage of Speed Week. I’ll also likely be crewing on the Johnson & Johnson Berkeley again and may be driving the Spirit of South Dakota lakester, as well. Then we’ll continue on to some fish-out-of-water surrealism at the Pebble Beach Concourse D’ Elegance, followed by a tour of Bay Area speed shops for yet more photos and shenanigans. I’m already looking forward to the write-up on Pebble Beach. Heh, heh… At that point, it’s back to Oregon to catch my breath at a couple of local events before blasting off to the SEMA show in Las Vegas, followed by the NHRA Hot Rod Reunion at Bakersfield. That’s my itinerary as of today, which is subject to change without notice.














                                           Hmmm... I left it in here somewhere...

And for the first time in a couple of years, I’m actually looking forward to winter this year: The Model A roadster project that I put in mothballs fifteen years ago has recently been resuscitated and I’m stoked to drive it on next year’s road adventures. Oh yeah, the other thing that makes winter bearable: GO DUCKS!!! All of this, to explain that my blog time has been reduced, as gas prices fall. Life is good. I hope to see you somewhere out there on the wide open road. If not, check in here periodically for updates and the occasional informative post. Meanwhile, just remember, the key to returning America to greatness is to buy CarTech books and subscribe to Hot Rod Deluxe magazine!  You know it’s the right thing to do.


                            Until next time, take care of each other. And drive like the wind!
                                                                            Scotty



Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Ronnie Mankins Interview



Young lion, hungry for speed at the feeding grounds. James Warren and Tom West loiter in the background, while Ronnie hangs with The Hawaiian at the 50th Winternationals. 


Back row,L-R: Ronnie, Kelley and Taylor Mankins, who has picked up the torch and is running with it. Front row: Photo session security provided by Roxy Ann and Remington Grace.


The family car and shop truck. This ’55 Chevy workhorse was previously owned by local hero Don Coghill - charter member of Southern Oregon Timing Association. Note numbers-matching Corvette 327 in bed, for customer.

He lives down on the corner. When you drive by his place, you can occasionally catch a glimpse of him walking from the house out to the garage. He’s a fixture in any crowd. His face pops up at almost every event I attend – always grinning, savoring the scene. He’s a family guy, a businessman, a passionate racer and fan. He could be anyone, living anywhere. But Ronnie Mankins is my friend and neighbor. He’s a regular SGE reader and enjoys the interviews. But, since friends police each other, Ronnie called BS on my penchant for being the voice of Joe Toolbox on paper, while interviewing celebrities exclusively on this blog. Busted. I decided to oblige him. And as it turns out, he’s the perfect example of one of my favorite hypotheses: Listen to anyone for a few minutes and you’ll usually hear something that triggers insight into yourself, in the process. I didn’t need a very big stethoscope to discover what makes Ronnie tick…

Born and raised right here in Medford, Oregon, Ronnie has never lived anywhere else. We both grew up here (albeit several years apart), but we didn’t meet until about fifteen years ago. Ronnie's Mankins Motorsports company supplied race transporters to a lot of the big dogs on the circuit. But last year, the realities of the economy forced the restructuring of the business, and Ronnie took to buying and selling hot rods and parts to keep the jackals at bay. We cleared out space for two chairs amid the ever-changing overflow of speed parts in Ronnie’s garage, and got down to it.


The scene of the interview: Ronnie’s garage. Dave Hix' Funny Car frame is being updated and shortened to accept a Fiat Topolino body for Altered duty.


Scotty: When I was a punk tyke in 1966, my cowgirl sister used to drag me along to your dad’s western wear store downtown, at least once a week. It was kind of a scene. Were you already into cars during that time? I was already hopelessly hooked, but you were even younger than me. 


Experiencing Altered visions on Grandpa’s tractor. This poor kid never had a chance at normalcy.


Ronnie: “I’ve been into cars ever since I can remember. When I was five years old, my grandmother wrote a letter to Richard Petty on my behalf. He replied in writing and sent some photos and STP decals. I wish my grandmother had kept that letter! I still have the poster my grandparents brought back from the Daytona 500 that shows, three-wide: David Pearson, Richard Petty and A.J. Foyt. During that same period, my dad had a Sanger flat bottom boat that he special ordered from Larry “Schwaby” Schwabenland (he ran the Climax Blown Fuel Hydroplane) at Sanger Boats. That’s when I was bitten by the bug. I loved going fast with my dad in that boat!
When I was eight years old, my parents took me to my first drag race – the Winston Points Meet at Medford’s Jackson County Drag Strip. I’ll never forget it: The sights, sounds, and people – it was sensory overload! I got to meet Dave Uyehara, who was driving the Good, Bad and Ugly Top Fuel dragster then. I saw Ed “The Ace” McCulloch driving the Super Shops Funny Car, Raymond Beadle driving the Blue Max Funny Car, and so many others… I still have the photos of that race that I took with my Kodak camera.”

When chromemoly sorcerer Dave Uyahara brought his latest Fueler to Medford's Bizarre department store (now a Food-4-Less) for an appearance, Ronnie (left) and brother Randy were all over the photo op, and made a new friend.

SGE: Jeez, you had a killer holeshot on the racing microcosm, compared to most of us. When did you get your first car? When you were nine?


Ronnie: “No, I had to wait until I was twelve, before I started driving my dad’s truck in the country and around our family trailer business lot. And yes, it was a four speed. I’d built my own truck by the time I could legally drive to school, and it won the high school car show in 1985. I sold it to restore a ’72 K-5 Blazer – completely frame-off, with a lot of trick stuff done to it. At that time, I met Charlie Allin and Chris Plankenhorn – a couple of local speed freaks – and started a friendship that has lasted ever since. The first fast car I drove down the strip was Charlie’s Nova. During the 12 second pass I made, I decided what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
I started shopping for a project and Frank Klustenbecker had a car for Charlie and I to look at. I’ll never forget that, either... Frank wasn’t home on the night we went to check it out, so all we could do was look through the garage door glass, with just enough light shining on what would be the next chapter of my life. I remember Charlie saying, in a real positive tone, “That’s the car!” It was a ’55 210 Chevy sedan. We built it and it eventually ran 9.71 at 137.”

Ronnie’s ’55 was infamous. Its legend lives on, though the car is now a Canadian citizen.

SGE: Klustenbecker? Ha! I always thought Frank’s last name was Clusterbreaker. Thanks for clearing that up. And that ’55 is no stranger to this blog. You guys did beautiful work on that – a total badass street/strip car. You, Charlie and Chris were running in fast company then, but how did you make the jump from fast street cars to the Altereds and Diggers you’re now known for shoeing?

Ronnie: “Just prior to my ’55 being finished at Allin Specialties, enter Gary Ryan and his Pure Adrenaline Altered. Gary’s a close friend. He brought the car up from South San Francisco to a nostalgia race in Medford. The night before the race, I was at dinner with Gary and he says, ‘Do you want to drive a real race car?’ I jumped in the car the next day. After Gary gave me full instruction, I made my first shakedown run – a 13 second shutoff pass. My second pass was 9.45 and the third was an 8.64. One month later, I licensed in my ’55 Chevy at Sacramento Raceway and later licensed in the Altered. I was really hooked by now…”

SGE: Man, I was so happy for you while that was happening. It all fell into place like it was meant to be. The story still makes me smile. And that was only the beginning…

Ronnie: “Well, yeah. I later drove an Altered for Denny Gilliland. That was a great opportunity, and that car went 7.60, every time. I also crewed for Tom Hoover’s Funny Car, local hero Mike Austin’s Top Alcohol Dragster, Steve Federlin’s TAD, Dave Hix’ Fuel Altered and Dave West’s Beebe & Mulligan AA/FD. I also drove Dennis Schneider’s nostalgia dragster – an old original car that was a total time capsule!”

Whether wrenching or shoeing, Ronnie always keeps badass company. He’s working with Dave West here on the Beebe & Mulligan T/F digger at Famoso Raceway.


Pit thrash at Boise, with Dave Hix (aiming timing light). Ronnie’s in the seat.


Whipping Dennis Schneider’s early 70s rail down Champion Raceway, in Medford.


Ronnie worked for Renegade Coaches when they assisted Tony Thacker and the NHRA Museum with transporting several iconic cars from Las Vegas to L.A. Hey Ronnie, aren’t the cars supposed to be transported INSIDE the trailer? This one’s the real deal, kids. Ronnie’s cheeks are two of the few to dent “Cookie’s” office chair.


Jangle around enough dragstrips and you start making friends like these guys. Ronnie, hanging with personal heroes Jim McClennan (left) and Art Chrisman - the respective Drag Kings of northern and southern California. 

SGE: I would think that crewing on those cars gave you some mechanical insight into them that pays off behind the butterflies at decision time.

Ronnie: “It was very educational. But also - well, I just can’t tell you how much fun that was, and is!”

SGE: Hey, you don't have to explain it to me. So, what’s next?


Ronnie: “I have big dreams, but I need to find the money to get to that next level. I would love to upgrade my license to drive a Nostalgia Fuel Funny Car, or whatever may come along first. I’ll just say this: You won’t find anyone with more drive and heart!”

SGE: I’ll second that… So, given the chance, would you prefer to continue racing at the Nostalgia level, drive something in the Big Show, or what?

Ronnie: “I’d love to compete in the nostalgia nitro shows and transition to the Big Show, if opportunity knocks. If so, I’d prefer to drive a Funny Car, although I’d certainly give a dragster a shot.”

SGE: Like myself, you’ve had to close your business and hustle to survive. If or when the economy turns around, how would your life be different?

Ronnie: “That’s a great question. In a good economy, I think my chances would be better for race media relations and marketing, to further my opportunities as a driver. My past will only make me smarter for the future. I've been a business owner for over twelve years and my people and management skills are the glue that have kept it going, through these hard times.”

SGE: You have a deep-set respect and passion for racing history, especially locally. Where did that come from and what drives that passion today?

Ronnie: “I started drawing cars and dragsters when I was young. I was also building model cars and reading Cartoons magazine. I really enjoyed the old stories of how simple things were back in the day. A lot of people have paved the way for us to enjoy the hobby/sport we have today. I just think the history is important to know. It’s kind of like wanting to know about your family tree.”

Grandma may have tossed Ronnie’s Richard Petty letter, but lots of artifacts remain. These are but a small sample of his pre-adolescent drawings.




The photo collection fills the house and garage. This tiny sampling of Ronnie's massive local history documentation was shot at the White City Drag Strip, now known as Avenue G. Not many local clubs run plaques anymore, but they were mandatory equipment back then. Recognize your car or plaque?

SGE: Well, it’s embarrassing to admit this Ronnie, since I’m older than you, but I didn’t know half of the local hot rod history until you enlightened me. Thank you for that, and caring for these priceless photos and other artifacts that have completely taken over your house and your life. These are the roots of our little Rogue Valley family tree. May it continue to produce acorns like us, to terrorize the valley well into the future.


Ronnie: "Hey, thanks for the bandwidth on here. This was a lot of fun!"


Photos Courtesy of Ronnie Mankins Collection