Sunday, January 27, 2013

RAIDING THE FILE CABINET


From the Midnight Oil File:

This stuff no longer surprises me, yet never ceases to amaze me. In the course of researching for a recent book project, I stumbled across an iconic car that’s been missing for four decades, along with its builder, who’s been presumed dead during the same period of time.

It was late at night and I was weary. On page 12 of a Google search, a website popped up in his name. I reacted with a sad resignation of the parasites weak and bold enough to live off someone else’s legacy. Depressed, I shut down the computer and went to bed. It was 1:45 AM. At 3:00 AM, I got up and clicked on the website’s “contact” button. I sent a message, inquiring if perhaps they knew of any actual family members of the hot rod hero they were exploiting who might be of help with my research. To my astonishment, I received an instant reply, stating that it was indeed the hero in question, and he was feeling chatty. After a few cautious hours on the phone and a few dozen revealing e-mails, I was 99% convinced it was really him. And I had an ace-in-the-hole deal clincher in the wings: My boss at Hot Rod Deluxe, Dave Wallace, who had once worked with many of the same people where Mr. Hero had made his name. Wallace grilled him over the phone and confirmed he was the real deal. Despite the warnings of some acknowledged experts, I took the leap of faith and dove in. It turns out that this legend and I have enough in common to base a friendship on.

Steve Scott was a fairly typical 1963 hot rod teenager, until he built the Uncertain-T and set the custom car world on its ear. Due to the feverish media crush around the Roth-meets-Dali styled car, Steve soon found himself on the payroll at Petersen Publishing Company – perfectly postured to promote the car to even greater fame. The ensuing ego party was rich and sweet, until it wasn’t anymore – 1967. That’s when Steve Scott vanished from sight, along with the Uncertain T. Rather than relay his twisty story to you here, I’ll refer you to Steve’s Facebook page, where he’s revealing answers to the questions thousands have been asking for decades. Meanwhile, Steve is building a website dedicated to the Uncertain- T, among many other projects (www.SteveScottsUncertainT.com). Yes, he’d be a natural for an SGE Interview, and that may happen, but for today, I sense that he has many other priorities. However, I can say with Certain-T that this needle-in-a-haystack story is the stuff of journalistic dreams and I count myself blessed to have realized yet another one. Again, I’m the luckiest guy in town…

Photos courtesy of Steve Scott

Did you know Steve Scott took all of his own photos (often employing a timer to place himself in the shots)? He is currently searching for many images that mysteriously disappeared from storage at his mother’s home in North Hollywood, California while he was serving his country. Please contact Steve if you come across any of these bootlegs.

I can’t wait to hear the story behind this intriguing image. That’s mid-sixties Steve, leaning on the tire.

Steve tells me he often passed through my area while road-tripping to shows around the country, as this billboard outside of Walla Walla, Washington attests.


Screaming down Famoso Raceway with Don Garlits riding shotgun!


Modern-day Steve, in his secret lair, where he’s finally savoring the success that drove him away so long ago. If only I had a modern-day photo of the Uncertain-T to go with this shot. Hopefully soon…


From behind the Behind the Scenes File:

A recent Behind the Scenes post eluded to a photo shoot with House of Mouse staff pilot Eily Stafford at October’s NHRA Hot Rod Reunion. I was initially disappointed when none of those images appeared in the March 2013 Hot Rod Deluxe event coverage. Then I discovered Paul Sadler’s uber-cool two-page “Invisible Man” photo of Eily in action on pages 10 & 11. Wow! Now I get it. And now I can share a tease of said photo shoot with you. I have the goods for a decent feature story on Eily and the Strange Brew crew, if desired (Editors, I know you guys are reading this).


This pose was Eily’s idea and I made no attempt to stop her. This could almost be an HRD cover shot. Maybe some day.

                              This has been posted here before, but I couldn’t resist an encore.

                                                  Eily warming up in the bull pin.

With the official House of Mouse back-up girl. It worked – Eily’s opponent was distracted to the point of parts breakage.

                          About one second before Paul Sadler snagged the Invisible Man shot.

                                                      After the run, towing back to…

                                                                     …Pit, sweet pit.

The end. This grease monkey mockup was installed many years ago. Eily updated it to suit the car’s new estrogen infusion.


Also in HRD’s coverage was a mention of meeting Richard Harmon. He’s still wheeling the Deuce roadster he built 60+ years ago. Not mentioned in the caption: As I interviewed Richard in the swap meet area, he reached into a vendor’s bin and pulled out the Oct. ’59 issue of Hot Rod Magazine featuring his car! Yet again, amazing, but not necessarily surprising.


Rare sighting of Mr. Richard Harmon out of his car, yet still in his natural habitat.
I just love this stuff…

 From the Going Nowhere Fast File (of which this is the World Premeir):
A special shout-out to my pals who are enjoying the Grand National Roadster Show without me this year. Finances dictated my absence. You guys will have to have my share of the fun. I’ve spotted several of you in online photos of the event and it appears that you’re doing just fine without me – the guy known for his disdain for car shows, until he walks into one. By the way, Steve Scott wishes he were there too and sends his regards.

               Rik Hoving reuniting Jack Stewart with the '41 Ford custom he built in 1947, at the GNRS! Rik wrote a book about the car's adventures ("The Bob Stewart 1941 Ford"), which I contributed to in a tiny way. Wish I were there for this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Monday, January 21, 2013

MILESTONES


   
                The big news has me all sideways. Almost as sideways as my stoopid compooter.

We’re celebrating a couple of little milestones here at SGE World Headquarters this week. I just got word that my Rat Rods book (written for Cartech Inc.) is going into its second printing. This is a first for me and quite a surprise. But the rat rods’ popularity (driven by controversy and affordability) is for real. If you haven’t read the book, here’s Tim Bernsau’s Foreword, to give you an idea of how the subject was approached. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, rat rods have earned their declaration as The People’s Hot Rods – a milestone in itself that we can all learn from.


                                    RAT IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

A number of years ago, somebody (nobody knows who) coined a term for stripped down, hopped up traditional American iron – homebuilt and homely cars, rough but tough, built with more attention to performance than to style or creature comforts. The term used to describe them was reviled by many of the guys who built and drove those cars, but it caught on fast and never went away. The term is ‘hot rod’.

An editorial in a 1947 issue of the SCTA Racing News insisted, “We’re not hot rods” and discouraged the use of the ignoble term. A few months later, Racing News editor Wally Parks helped establish a new magazine actually called Hot Rod.  A few years after that, Parks founded the National Hot Rod Association. Today, many enthusiasts insist on being called hot rodders and have directed their scorn toward a newer term. That term is ‘rat rod’.

What is a rat rod, anyway? I get different answers from everybody I ask, but most of the answers run along the lines of, “I know one when I see one”. A poorly built, rust devoured hulk with a 4” windshield, no top, no floor, no paint and an overturned wire milk crate for a seat seems to fit most people’s definition of a rat rod, but I’ve heard the term used to describe well built, traditionally styled cars, too. One knowledgeable friend of mine applied the term to the Eastwood & Barakat ’32 sedan – the homebuilt-in-a-hurry budget bomber from 1982, honored a few years ago as one of the “75 Most Significant ’32 Fords of All Time”. A prominent magazine used the phrase “rat rod proportions” when describing an immaculate, six-years-in-the-making Model A roadster pickup that was an America’s Most Beautiful Roadster contender in 2009. Is there anything “rat” about either of these cars? The answer is no... or yes. It depends on who you ask.

Some rodders hate the term. Tell a guy who worked hard to replicate the authentic look of a pre-WWII dry lakes racer that he drives a rat rod and you might get a finger in your chest and an ear full of choice words to tell you, “We’re not rat rods”. Other rodders embrace the rat rod label, even promoting it with rodent themed graphics and accessories, not to mention mechanical and style modifications made in an effort to out-rat the next guy.

Like ‘em or not, rat rods caught on fast and show no sign of disappearing – which raises some questions. If the goal is to look ratty, is there such a thing as a well-done rat rod? As the aftermarket embraces them, could we see a rat rod built entirely from aftermarket parts? Will a rat rod ever win America’s Most Beautiful Roadster?  We’ll find out, I guess. For now, I’m going back to my original question: What is a rat rod, anyway? I’m looking forward to learning how Scotty Gosson answers that one.

- Tim Bernsau

Tim's Foreword is followed by my Introduction in the book, where I answered his questions as best I could. Alas, that file was sacrificed to the computer gods. You'll have to read the book to learn how that played out.


In other news, I’ve just returned from a week on the road, shooting tech stories for Hot Rod Deluxe. While I can’t reveal the subjects yet, I can share some funky snapshots of the adventure with you. Can you guess where these pix were snapped? While you’re snooping, find Waldo…





Behind-the-scenes peek at my portable McGeyver photo studio in action. We do what we gotta do...


With photos in the bag, I headed back home in the Bi-Polar Bear wagon. Road conditions were just interesting enough to keep me awake at the wheel. Love going, love getting back. Win/win.

Oh yeah, I said ‘Milestones’, as in plural, didn’t I? The other one is recording my first solo album since 1991. We’re only about halfway into recording the tracks in a buddy’s garage right now, but it’s going well. Once we mix the songs down, I might post a teaser on here (if I can figure out how – I’m digitally challenged). This music and the way it’s marketed might surprise you.

We're recording in my pal Rob's garage. There's no heat in there and it's been unusually cold lately. Only the music protects us from frostbite. 

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

THUMBNAILS FOR THE PEOPLE!



Squirrels. I was raised by them and became one myself (just check my DMV records). Looking around my domain, it's clear that upbringing has led me to a parallel world, ruled by dust bunnies. Much like squirrels, dust bunnies seemingly assemble themselves out of nothingness to become tenacious entities that refuse dismissal. And photo thumbnails are apparently cut from the same baffling molecular structure. I come across stray thumbnails while researching online every day, and nonchalantly sweep them up with innocent intent (“Come on in, little guy. I might need you for reference. Besides, this is just a cool shot - and too small to soak up any memory”). Right. A week later, they’ve magically multiplied like – well, dust bunnies, or squirrels. I hastily kick them aside while searching for legit images when I’m on the clock. But at quitting time, I’ll take a fond glance over these latest acquisitions before powering down for the night. And when I close my eyes, there they are again. Thousands and thousands of tiny monuments to my obsessive compulsive hoarding disorder (it’s DNA - my people collect nuts), laughing at my weakness as they flash past. Then, at year’s end, I jettison this digital baggage like a spiraling pilot, savor the freedom for a day or two, and the cycle begins again. Happy New Year!

In the spirit of regifting, here’s the 2012 thumbnails that survived this year’s purge. Help yourself. Pass them on to the needy. Collect them and trade with your friends! Just try not to think of what happens to them as they process through my Recycle Bin (God only knows what happens in there, but it’s gotta be horrible), because that’s right where these little fellows are headed, as soon as I post this. Goodbye old pals. Maybe I’ll see your pixelated ghosts out there somewhere on the interweb. I’ll raise an eyebrow in recognition, then coldly move on…
For your browsing convenience, I’ve organized the surviving images into two categories: Street and Strip.

BONUS! Free funtime activity: Most of the people in these shots are at least semi-famous. How many can you name? Click on image to view full size.

STREET (Where Joe Toolbox lives):









STRIP (Professional driver on closed course):
















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