FREE THRILL RIDES IN THE VALLEY OF ROGUES

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Immediately after losing the front end in the lights, but surviving the 180 MPH plow job unscathed. This excursion would prove a mere practice run for what lay ahead... (Photo by Ansel Adams)

...was Billy's boot, with the rubber clutch pedal pad bonded hard to the sole - and most of the severed foot inside, still smoking and sizzling. A six inch section of the fragged flywheel had buzzsawed itself deep into the knee bar, welded solid with the heat of impact. They couldn't dislodge it, so it remains as a cold testament to the final pass of the hottest nitro shoe that no one ever heard of. Until now. Epilogue: At the following week's race, a member of the Safety Safari was relieving himself in the trackside weeds when he found Billy's finger, with wedding band attached. It was returned to a very shaken-but-stirred Laura, sans finger.

Oh, hey! You startled me - I didn't know anyone was around. Was just finishing up a little fluff piece for Better Homes and Gardens magazine. But I'm warmed up now, and ready for takeoff.

THRILL RIDE #1

The most photographed sign in the valley. Grants Pass residents are all damn proud that their sign kicks ass on every other sign in a two county area. Medford has a City Limits sign on the highway, and Ashland has a sign language interpreter who can explain the town's history in nine languages, for a hefty "suggested donation". (Photo courtesy of Oregon Scenic Images.com)

Medford, Oregon is a nondescript blue-collar town on I-5, halfway between San Francisco and Portland. The other two principal cities in southern Oregon's Rogue Valley are Ashland (an arts community, renowned for its annual Shakespeare festival) and Grants Pass (the preferred retirement location of crispy California hot rodders). The valley itself is known for it's natural beauty and mild climate. But last Thursday, valley residents awoke to a freezing fog that blotted out the sun's best efforts to thaw us from yet another imposing winter's night. We've been enduring a forced hibernation for far too long. Cabin fever has run rampant throughout the region. Something had to give. And so it did, on this most unlikely day. I arose early and skated over icy streets to a small garage out on the edge of town, surrounded by some of the few remaining pear orchards not yet converted to golf courses. This was Chris' Hot Rods, a cold, wet, down and dirty reality slap to the antiseptic Garage Mahals presented weekly on profoundly unrealistic reality TV shows.

Chris' Hot Rods, as seen from the shop, looking out to Chris' house. Customer cars range from an LS/6-speed Pro Touring Camaro (with a twist) to Gassers, Rat Rods, Cafe Racers and military vehicles. Unpretentious and strictly functional, Chris' place is just my speed, from the frozen mud driveway to the frozen oil-soaked shop floor. (Scotty shot)

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Proprietor Chris Darland insists on keeping it real. In the shop, anyway. During off-hours, Chris pursues his lifelong passion for film making. That's why I was there. Not to partake in any movie magic, but to join him in a live interview for Motormouth Radio. The Motormouths (Chris Switzer and Ray Guarino) are longtime fans of Darland's work, both in the shop and on celluloid. Since my first appearance on the show a couple of years ago, the Motormouths have made me a semi-regular and have featured several of my friends, as well. Quite a humbling honor for this crusty old knuckldragger! Hear Chris Darland's true tales of sky jumping station wagons, sidestepping unhappy police officers, and hot rod gang warfare at www.motormouthradio.com.

Chris, as he appeared to me in a foggy sleep-and-caffeine deprivation stupor, yacking it up with the Motormouths in New York via cell phone. They were particularly interested in Chris' American Thrill Ride film (see the official review, somewhere in the SGE archives. Good luck). (Scotty shot)

Chris looked much more human-like after a few slugs of Dive Bomber coffee (the house specialty). Turning on the shop heater was another major improvement. Chris' hair is always perfect - and he had just crawled out of bed. (Scotty shot)

While we shivered our way to hypothermia in the snow capped Cascade Mountains, Guarino and Switzer slurped from jumbo containers of piping hot Dunkin' Donuts coffee (supplied gratis by one of their many corporate sponsors), in their climate controlled studio on elite Long Island. Note lack of coats, mittens and stocking caps. And not a can of Sterno in sight. Both Motormouths enjoy extended rubdowns prior to every show by a team of highly trained prepubescent Filipino girls. And their personal chefs provide freshly baked croissants to snack on during commercial breaks. Chris Darland and I shared a wad of used gum we found stuck under his workbench. My half had a fly in it. Luckily, I run on high protein fuel. (Photo courtesy of Motormouth Radio)

THRILL RIDE #3 SCOTTY'S EPILOGUE SIDEBAR (We never close):

In the summer of 1966 I was a ten year old latchkey kid with no male role model. Wandering Medford's seedy west side streets by foot and bicycle afforded myriad opportunities to connect with colorful characters honorable and nefarious. It was a blown smallblock '35 Willys coupe in the driveway that drew me into Bill Darland's one car garage. He was an older guy (maybe twenty), whom I expected to chase me out, but Bill took pity and put me to work washing parts and handing him tools. Complete nirvana. Years went by and we went our separate ways - North for Bill, East for me. Thirty years later, I had returned to Oregon and was drawn to a clean and mean '39 Willys sedan at a car show. It was Bill's. He had no memory of me, but was touched when I told him my story. I met his nephew Chris Darland about a month later. Circle complete.

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UPDATE: JIM LINDSAY'S SALINE THRILL RIDE

Work is steadily progressing on Jim Lindsay's rear engined Modified Roadster project at Marty Strode's Portland area shop. Marty sent some fresh images of the swingarm cradle that the (future) blown alky flathead will ride in. These guys are oh so crafty...

A clutchless Jerico transmission backs up the flatty...

... and this Winters V-8 quickchange completes the drivetrain. There was a slight delay while waiting for the QA1 coilovers to arrive, but the project has an inspired momentum now. "Steering is next. It's fun building this car for Jim. I plan to have it ready for paint by the end of March. We should be good and ready by Speed Week. Famous last words...", so sayeth Marty.  (Photos by Marty Strode)

Meanwhile, Lindsay is logging megamiles, promoting his novel, "The Little Bastards". He's using his freshly restored Duedall Comp Coupe as bait at car shows and it's working like a champ - book sales have been very strong. Lindsay and the coupe will appear at the Grand National Roadster Show in L.A., January 24 - 26 (a thrill ride of an entirely different stripe). They'll be slumming at our little Medford Rod and Custom Show on February 8th and 9th with special guest Twisty Ron Austin, who built the digger's chassis. I'll be there too, hawking my junk.  (Photos by Jim Lindsay)

Jim (left) and Marty, working like dogs in the shop. What drives Jim Lindsay to thrash so hard on the racer while the rest of his life backs up like a clogged drain? (Photographer unknown)

Spring is coming, and once the racer's done, Jim can smell some roses in his roadster, like God intended. (Photo courtesy of Jim Lindsay)

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UPDATE: MARIA PANOVA'S KIWI THRILL RIDE

Where on earth is world citizen Maria Panova this week?

When you last saw Maria on the blog, she had parked her eight second Toyota drag car and her drift car in Russia to spend the warm winter months in New Zealand, covering the Kiwi drag race scene. But Maria gets bored easily and soon discovered karting. She has also developed an interest in dirt track stock car and sprint car racing. (Photographer unknown)

To keep herself occupied during drag season, Maria has partnered with "Rebel Racer Paul" on this big block Cuda. The fresh engine is now alive and showing mid nine second potential. Brace yourselves, Mopar muscle builders: Maria says the Cuda is a slug, compared to her Toyota. Ouch!

Meanwhile, Maria Panova punches the clock every morning and does her duty. She does it well. Maria must be considered one of the most talented photojournalists in motorsports. (Photos by Maria Panova)

But we all need to recharge our batteries at some point. When Maria's mother came for a visit, they escaped to this undisclosed location, where Mom Panova captured a rare relaxed Maria. (Photo by Ma Panova)

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SCOTTY'S PUBLISHING THRILL RIDE

Sales of my Racing to America book are off to a clean start. Predictably, the first takers were the principals inside. Frank Figuls of the Les Tripplettes Plus One team in Paris sent this selfie to document their approval. These are the guys who run the little blue Renault postal truck depicted on the cover. Out-of-the-gate, book sales were strong, until I discovered a missed typo - and the fix stalled printing for 72 hours! Typical mistake for a rookie publisher, I suppose. I aged several years in those seventy two hours - an unwelcome thrill ride. (Photo by Frank Figuls)

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SCOTTY'S CELLULOID THRILL RIDE

Who doesn't love old drag race footage? No one, that's who. I'm a sucker for this stuff and have noticed this mysterious woman and her Junior Fueler in the background of more than one sixties scene. Thanks to the nitro gurus at Cole Coonce's Header Flames site, the mystery is now solved. That's a young Fran Johnson being push started in the photo. A successful beauty pageant contestant, Fran's true love was drag racing. Like many of us, she started on the street, then went legit for over twenty years, and ultimately worked for both the NHRA and Drag News. The Liberty, Texas resident died last November at age 67 and is survived by her husband Dante, son Christopher and grandaughter Grace. Thanks for your service work, Fran. And for the intrigue. (Photographer unknown)

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STEVE SCOTT'S JUNKYARD THRILL RIDE

Found!!! After decades of speculation, Steve Scott's iconic Uncertain-T show rod has finally surfaced - mostly unscathed and completely intact - from under a mountain of ferrous cadavers in this top secret wrecking yard! I can't tell you any more, other than this photoshopped image (created by crazed fan Roger Larsson in Sweden) is about to go viral and turn Scott's life upsidedown. Again. (Roger Larsson image courtesy of Steve Scott)

Scott has connected with a number of outstanding artists and is offering a variety of swag from his website and Facebook page. The latest is this Jim Kinne T-shirt design, with four different versions available. Check out www.stevescottsuncertaint.com. Pack a lunch - there's a lot to digest... (Jim Kinne image courtesy of Steve Scott)

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POSSIBLE LITTLE GUY THRILL RIDE

Rod Saint (who now prefers "Roddy" Saint) has been tirelessly promoting his reborn American Hot Rod Association for a few years now. But a Facebook post on January 20th included a link to a press release announcing AHRA's State Championship Series for sportsman racers, to be competed on 1/4 and 1/8 mile tracks in every state. Follow the link and read it for yourself: http://nostalgiadragworld.com/ahrapressrelease-1-19-14.php. Stay tuned to see whether this announcement bears fruit or regret. SGE wishes the AHRA well on this and future quests, and salutes you for sticking your necks out on behalf of America's little guy racers.

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EVEN LITTLER GUY THRILL RIDE

This is a total kick in the pants for we fans of wee cars. SGE pal Lori Bentley Law has unearthed the obscure story of the obscure Astra-Gnome on her blog (bondorella.com). I sure wish I would've known about this one when writing my America's Wildest Show Rods book. Thanks Lori! (Photo by Lori Bentley Law)

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CC'S LAS VEGAS THRILL RIDE

Rogue Valley native and SGE North correspondent CC was caught in the act during a Las Vegas thrill ride with the Steve's Auto Restorations crew. CC claims to have no memory of this event. At press time, the SAR office has not replied to SGE's request for comment, as per SOP. (Photographer name withheld on request)

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SQUIRREL AND TOOLBOX

If your life is anything like ours these days, you don't have time to scratch your ass. May we scratch  vicariously through this guy, until we find time to do the deed ourselves.

Graphic proof of how bleary eyed I was at Chris Darland's shop: A bleary photo of Chris' rollaway. The entire shop comes across as slightly out of focus in person, but Chris knows where everything is and that's all that matters. Irony fans: Chris has invented a tool organizer that he hopes to market soon. (Scotty shot)

Until next week, just remember: We're all in this life together and none of us will get out alive. So make every day one that you can live with.

THE CIRCUS PROCESSION

Contrary to popular belief, the NHRA did not invent the travelling circus. The real trick will be to reinvent itself.

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Starkly juxtaposed against trillions of fading particles, the imagery remains beyond vivid. It still triggers emotions visceral and immediate. The greatest show on earth! Supercharged Gassers, seemingly shot out of the gate by Beelzebub's own cannon. The ultimate doorslammers. Until, in an unimaginable leap of "evolution", Funny Cars were granted classhood. It was a thrilling spectacle - so much so that many racers and fans soon sensed a whiff of theater when the class was called into the lanes. Hot Rod magazine itself regularly referred to the Funnies in circus terms. But drag racing was already so inherently dramatic that altering it to suit the masses seemed a redundant and blasphemous betrayal - a sellout. Within a year, a Civil War erupted in the sport. Event promoters attempted to play both sides by blasting calliope music from track speakers and hawking discount popcorn. The naysayers were not amused, but we all know who won the war. The show must go on, until the last dog standing has bought a ticket. And even the surliest junkyard dog in town can't resist the lurid seduction of nitro guzzlers challenging the laws of physics on a drag strip. 

As rules changed to accommodate advances in technology, a parity-driven stagnancy slowly infected the pro classes. About twenty years ago, the inevitable backlash arrived on the scene and spawned the nostalgia movement. Two decades of hand wringing have finally delivered the circus to its Waterloo. 

This year's Silly Season has already proven itself the silliest ever. And just in time. Much needed change is in the air and it's smelling a lot like teen spirit. Frustrated racers, fans and entire sanctioning bodies are going proactive, with dramatic results already. And wouldn't you know it, the fuss once again is all over the evolution of fast doorslammers: 

Last fall, a group of Pro Mods invaded the sacred NHRA Hot Rod Reunion and stole the show. Haters be damned, the fans in the stands raved about the Pro Mods, positioning them nicely for negotiations-to-come, with a merry-go-round of players.

About that same time, the principals at the rogue American Drag Racing League made off with the Pro Mod purse after the Championship event, leaving the ADRL's future in question. This debacle prompted a debate among Pro Mod owners in survival mode, regarding the plausibility of escaping the "Pay to Play" status quo. That argument was interrupted by news of king-sized purses being competed for in the Arabian Drag Racing League (yes, it rhymes with ADRL). 

At the PRI trade show in Indy, Rockingham  Dragway owner Steve Earwood announced the formation of the Professional Drag Racing Association as a restructuring of the ADRL, only to return home and find that ADRL Pro Mod racers Jason and Mitchell Scruggs, Gene Hector, Roger Henson and Tommy Franklin had beaten him to it, and named their entity the National Drag Racing Association - the result of Scruggs fronting purchase money to Kenny Nowling, who bought out Sheik Kalid Al-Thani and Al-Anabi, who have been incommunicado since the infamous Championship race. Al-Anabi's status as an NHRA team owner is unknown at press time.

Meanwhile, the IHRA has announced the formation of its Sonic Rush Tour - a veritable travelling thrill show of jet cars, wheelstanders and other exhibitionists, who will visit nine states in 2014.

And just on today's wire, SGE was notified by the National Muscle Car Association of a mandatory Electrimotion Shutdown Transmitter to be used in conjunction with a corresponding Electrimotion Safety Box in all Pro Mods. These devices will automatically kill fuel and ignition systems, as well as deploy parachutes as Pro Mods cross the finish line.

In the midst of these developments, the NHRA released a bulletin announcing that the Circle K grocery store will sponsor this year's Winternationals. 

Not being an industry insider myself, I read most of these accounts on the Competition Plus website and relayed them here as best as I could remember them. I probably should have taken notes.

Thrill seekers delight. The circus appears to have gone completely off the tracks. This image could represent the ADRL, PDRA, NDRA, IHRA, NMCA, or NHRA. It most definitely represents SGE. Chances are, you have an opinion on this. You're always welcome to leave it in the COMMENTS box, below. Just know that to the best of our knowledge, no scale figurines were injured in the making of this photograph.

                                                                                

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CONNECT THE DOTS! It's Fun!

We're all connected. The reminders are everywhere. Motormouth Ray was doing the morning crossword in his Long Island, New York home when this popped up, resulting in an impromptu coffee shower on his keyboard. My little Oregon town is known for more than just squirrels though...(Photo by Motormouth Ray) 

Lithia Motors may have started as a southern Oregon Mopar dealer, but now they're multiplying like rats and consuming the unsuspecting like zombies, with stores in nearly every state. The new World Headquarters campus is across the street from my building. (Scotty shot)

In humbler times, Lithia sponsored this Valiant, captured rolling into the pits at Woodburn Drag Strip in '67 by Gary Reynolds. I found Gary's photo online, just minutes after shooting the previous image. That got my attention....

... and reminded me of all the great times I've spent racing with my pals at Woodburn. Here's famous novelist Jim Lindsay in the lanes with his Little Big Man T roadster. (Photo courtesy of Jim Lindsay)

And Todd Miller's more modern interpretation of an Altered. I haven't heard from Todd lately, but assume he's prepping for more records in 2014. (Photo by Paul Grant)

Thoughts of Altered evolution took me back to 1965 and Marlowe Treit's Miss Demeanor Turbonique-powered trike. I've really been missing this kind of wildcat innovation. (Photo by Gary Reynolds)

Then I remembered Marlowe's new ride, the Treit and Davenport Target 550 streamliner. The small photo is misleading - this thing is enormous! I've seen it under construction and the engineering and execution are breathtaking. Stereo Hemis packing plenty of poop should hit the 550 mark this year. It'll be one of many landspeed racers at the Grand National Roadster Show in Pomona, January 24 - 26. Expect an epic all-star streamliner slugfest at Bonneville this year. (Photo courtesy of Target 550 MPH)

Streamliners always trigger thoughts of how they've developed from the early days of hotrodding. My current project is attempting to strike a pleasing balance between the traditional dry lakes ethos and modern build techniques. That remains to be seen, but in the meantime, I'm having a blast throwing sparks at Dr. Lockjaw's Custom Metal shop in Applegate, Oregon. We went with rectangular rails, but I like working with round tube, so... Don't worry, the weird stuff won't be visible and the finished product will appear conventional, at a glance. Kinda. (Scotty shots)

Through all of this, I couldn't stop thinking of Motormouth Ray and his childhood dream of growing up to be an automotive journalist and crossword puzzle champion. Alas, he ended up a frustrated college professor and talk radio host, instead (I had a guest spot on Sunday's show). But that dashing young man puffing a pipe in his convertible is now making his way toward literary greatness, one step at a time. Luckily for him, Ray took my sage advice and started at the beginning with cartoons. Smart kid. Cartoons will teach you succinct writing even faster than a Twitter account. (Photo courtesy of Motormouth Ray)

I tell ya, this kid's going places! (Images courtesy of Motormouth Ray)


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SQUIRREL AND TOOLBOX

Okay, it's obviously way too cold out for even a squirrel. Luckily, the owner of this week's stand-in squirrel ensured that this guy was stylishly bundled up. But please bring your pets in at night - at least long enough to read this blog!

Our bottomless stock of toolbox photos has suddenly hit bottom! But a frenzied last minute online search turned up what was purported to be Ed Pink's personal rollaway. We couldn't verify that, and this isn't what one would expect of a world renowned race engine builder and hot dog empire heir, but we're just going with it for today. Enjoy.