Monday, September 29, 2014

SALUTING THE MICHAELSON ROCKET RIDERS

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This is Buddy. He can fly. 

There's something strange going on in that garage down the street. The windows flash an eerie blue light at odd hours. Industrial noises echo from the backyard. The postman delivers an awful lot of packages there. Neighbors have even reported odd forms hovering high in the sky over the property. The inhabitants appear normal enough, but somehow that just makes things even stranger.

 Ky Michaelson and his son Buddy are just honoring a family tradition. Long before the Michaelsons migrated to Minnesota, they were highly regarded East Coast daredevil tinkerers. Ky's father was an engineer, which he simply perceived as a (somewhat controlled) form of thrill seeking. That's how it started.

Great Uncle John Michaelson, making a bicycle jump in New York City in 1905. Soon after, Uncle John and Ky's father launched the Michaelson Bicycle Company.


Ky was born dyslexic and quickly tired of the struggle to glean information from books. He became infatuated with radio instead, and taught himself to build a transistor version, small enough to hide in a text book. Impressed, Ky's father presented him with a chemistry set at age 12, and Ky figured out how to make black powder, which led to his first rocket. Soon after came Ky's first car, an eight dollar '32 Ford 3-window coupe. It served him well, but just wasn't fast enough. You can guess the rest. The Guinea pig coupe didn't survive the learning curve, and was followed by a successful string of Top Gas dragsters. But it was a twin Turbonique-equipped motorcycle that earned Ky his "Rocketman" moniker at Great Lakes Dragway in 1964. By '69, Ky (now doing business as Rocketman Enterprises) found himself in the Guinness Book of World Records. How to follow that? The next quest was to break every acceleration record on planet Earth. Over the next twelve years, Ky held 72 State, National, and International speed records. Despite his lack of an engine, Ky Michaelson was the first drag racer to bust through the five second, four second, and 300 MPH barriers.


Not one to Bogart the party, Ky sent son Curt down the strip on a pair of roller skates with a rocket strapped to his back. None of this was lost on younger son Buddy, who wolfed down rocket theory like a starved dog and applied it to everything in sight, whether it had wheels or not. To date, the Michaels' have lent their wizardry of rocket power to cars, motorcycles, go-karts, snowmobiles, boats, a wheelchair, various bicycles, and several humans. As Ky became more involved in Hollywood stunt work (yet another field he re-invented from the inside-out and dominated), Buddy took up the slack in the rarefied world of rocket travel.

Before you bolt a rocket to any conveyance, you must know your vehicle. So Buddy builds his own from scratch.


By age 7, Buddy was handy enough with the mill and lathe to do his own machine work. 


The fruit of his labor scorches anything in Buddy's wake. 


Mom supervises the test firing of a rocket pack in the garage. This was on a light load of Nitrogen and CO2. 


This was inevitable. One rocket can't be enough, when you have a garage full of the things.


Buddy's Pinewood Derby entry (far right) was more unique (and faster) than most. 


Raising the bar at the Pinewood Derby. There's video of this on Buddy's website, but the car is almost too quick for the human eye to follow. 


His obsession still unabated today, Buddy has earned the respect of his heroes, while scanning the globe for yet more knowledge. Yeah, that's fossil-fuel racer Danny Thompson on your right. Danny is shooting for 500 MPH in the old family car. You know what Buddy's thinking...


Buddy and Ky, hanging with World's Fastest Woman, Kitty O'Neil. She's been over 600 MPH and is one of the most revered stunt people to ever work in Hollywood.


Testing the seat in Doug Rose's jet car. 


Never ones to rest on their laurels, the Michaelsons just keep pushing the envelope. This tricycle was built by Ky and piloted by Buddy.


The natural next step in the Michaelson's mechanical evolution: Ky is building his own Rocket Man.


Buddy Michaelson laughs at those who insist, 'The sky is the limit'. He knows it's just a starting point. So will you, after browsing his site: http://www.the-rocketman.com/buddy.html.  Then set a few days aside to digest Ky's comprehensive (and endlessly entertaining) website: http://www.the-rocketman.com/content12.html  (Photos courtesy of Ky and Buddy Michaelson) 


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PERFECT STORM

Amazing what transpires when we stand back and let life play out naturally, without our interference. Two forces of nature collided at this year's rained-out SCTA Speed Week: World's Busiest Hot Rodder Jim Lindsay and World's Busiest Hot Rod Photographer Peter Vincent. Together, they got busy and transformed the disappointment of a cancelled event into a celebration of beauty and opportunity. Looks like these guys were meant to stick it out on the salt. Nice result.




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The last time these two exchanged gifts, there was more vegetation involved (namely, Lindsay's seed grass farm outside of Shedd, Oregon). Lindsay caught Vincent's "good side" here.                               (Photo courtesy of Jim Lindsay)

Upon discovering Lindsay's Bonneville crew had been christened The Little Bastards, Motormouth Ray offered this East Coast alternative from his early days.  (Photo courtesy of Motormouth Ray)

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BROTHERHOOD OF THOROUGHBREDS MC

It turns out that chassis fabricator Marty Strode was paying attention when his brother Tom threw this homebrewed mini bike together for pit use at Bonneville. "The Shetland" went from sillyness to showworthyness in a few short weeks of "spare time" tinkering. It has proven reliable, attention grabbing, and fun beyond expectation.



Now it's Marty's turn. "I celebrated my 66th birthday last week. Family and friends gifted me some money and a new bicycle. I used the money to buy a 212cc engine at Harbor Freight for $99.99 (with coupon). I'll be ordering a torque converter like Tom used on The Shetland. It looks like I'll only have to modify one tube in the frame to get the engine in. Hey, if you're too old to pedal, motorize it!" To no one's surprise, Marty's project bike has been tagged, "The Stallion". He also has some very intriguing four-wheeled projects in the works. Stay tuned.  (Photos courtesy of Marty Strode)

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MODEL A UPDATE

Not quite in the same league with Michaelson, Lindsay, or Strode, the SGE Model A continues to creep forward at the pace of an anemic slug. So it goes. Good thing I'm back to working at the amateur level - this kind of "progress" wouldn't fly, on the clock! And this project wouldn't happen at all without the amazing grace of Custom Metal proprietor Doctor Lockjaw (AKA Jamie Ford). This guy has taught me so much about what friendship and quality work is really about. Last Sunday's session was "one of those days". We managed to get some tubing threaded and tacked together, then had to move on. But we're steadily sneaking up on the next big step: Mocking up the drivetrain.

Is it cheating to thread tubing with a lathe? Hey, we ain't ascared of using technology to further our cause (lightening the workload to make time for longer lunch breaks).

The torque arm is now finished. And my heap now has a space age three-link suspension! Who'da thunk it?

Doc somehow contorted himself into my jungle gym to tack the driveshaft hoops together. I lost a five dollar bet on this deal. Worth it!

Next up: '40 Chevy truck shocks will complete the rear suspension. We'll do the same up front, then get the drivetrain in. (Scotty shots)

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SQUIRREL AND TOOLBOX


We've run this image before, but pulled it out of storage in honor of Buddy Michaelson's SGE visit this week. Salute!


Ramblur65 scored this jumbo Snap-On rollaway at the Crane Cams liquidation sale last year. Bonus: It was originally owned by an employee of the legendary Holman-Moody team. This photo includes enough toolage to construct a nice rocket-propelled Thunderbolt. (Photo courtesy of Ramblur65)

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN







In the spirit of the Michaelson family, we leave you with these images of Walt Arfons and designer Alex Tremulis' Wingfoot Express. The Goodyear-sponsored streamliner rocketed to 520 MPH with Bobby Tatroe steering in 1965. Arfons and Tremulis were after a number closer to 600. Bitterly disappointed, they decided to launch the Express vertically to 7,500 feet, then let it nosedive back to Earth and bury itself in the salt, where it could rust in peace as a tribute to the shame of failed theories. Goodyear nixed that plan. (Photos courtesy of Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company) (Image by Alex Tremulis)


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Monday, September 22, 2014

DOIN' THE LOCAL YOKEL JANGLE

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Seen on the highway, out on the edge of town. Always on the lookout for a prophetic sign, when one speaks this clearly, I must obey.

Drag Week. The Reunion. Speed Week. March Meet. All epic events. Forget about 'em. The race that matters is the one in your backyard. The old track where you and your friends have been grudging it out for years. Where whispered negatives concerning the management sometimes float through the pits, despite your firsthand knowledge of the heroic sacrifices to keep the gates open. You're all too familiar with the history and workings of the place. This track is your turf. Comfortable as your own driveway, maybe even more so. What would you do without it? Think that over while Motormouth Ray and I review last Saturday at our respective local haunts.

 The reward for waiting in line on the entry road. Well, it's rewarding to me anyway, but I'm an art fan and former sign painter. Your results may vary.

Last weekend was the 1st Annual Hot Rod Nationals at Champion Raceway in Medford, Oregon. When I worked at Champion under AA/GS racers Bill Fitting and Jim Taylor, we put on several nostalgia events that were pure labors of love. Bill and Jim were initially a bit humbled at the prospect of hosting an event they would normally compete in (which didn't stop them from competing, by the way), but their love of the racers, cars, and concept trumped any doubts and jitters. I don't know that the track ever made a dime on these events, but we were having too much fun to care much. 

So I was stoked about last weekend's Hot Rod Nationals, produced by current track managers Kirk and Michelle Hobson. The Hobsons have wisely retained several veteran Champion staffers, and many longtime racers pitch in when needed, too. Once inside the gate, I was amused to discover they were winging it on the fly, just as we had done. But not a discouraging word was heard from the racers, fans, or even the car show entrants forced to display in the dirt (to accommodate race entries in the gravel pits). Ambient temps loitered around 100 degrees, but the atmosphere was laid back, the food and drinks hit the spot, and several racers ran personal bests. Special thanks to the out-of-towners who gambled on the long tow to a first-time event. You're all heroes. And no matter where you came from, you now have another track to call home. Welcome to the family. 

The Black Widow '57 Chevy jumped for joy all weekend. Party on!


Dennis Schneider rode his 438"/C4 Comet to 10.20s at 131 MPH in the heat. He says a straight axle is next on the To Do list.

The McKenzie rail had its bigblock Mopar buzzing on the razor's edge Saturday night. It went straight and true and never faltered. Note tucked driver in low cage.

Unknown winner of the Tastiest Camouflage Paint Contest. Almost didn't see this '52 Chevy.


Tami "Crankypants" Austin, towing hubby "Twisty" Ron to the line. The Fiat was deadly as ever.


The latest from Mad Mike Molea's shop, this '54 hammered the tarmac with tunnel rammed BBC torque. Akin to watching an escaped rhino charge downtrack, it was very entertaining.

Randy Winkle and the Famoso Speed Shop gang (James Schliecher and Dusty Clark) brought their drop-dead gorgeous Black Betty digger from Bakersfield. They runnered-up in the Fuel Dragster war and had a blast doing it, vowing to return next year with some buddies. Hell yeah!

Your Hot Rod Nationals Fuel Dragster Champion, Jerry Buckley. Blown smallblock Chevys swept the field this year. Next year??? 

Just as we had done previous, the street rod set was invited to display and make a pass down the strip. Unlike our past events, no one put their high zoot show car into the wall last weekend.






Locals Ted and Lise Booth won the car show with their slinky '48 Caddy. (Photo courtesy of Champion Raceway)


My official business was to photograph Dave Hix' Fiat for a magazine feature. Alas, a fragged starter prevented any short wheelbase nitro action. Hix learned the hard way that no parts stores in the valley stock a starter for a Fontana block. So the Altered was hitched to driver Ronnie Mankins' shop truck and towed up as a show car. The hot shoe in the seat is Hix' nephew, Donovan (his dad Dan won AA/FA at this year's March Meet). Give a kid a Fuel Altered and a pair of Ray Bans and observe nirvana. (Scotty shots) (Special thanks to Ronnie Mankins for help with this feature)



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On that same Saturday, at the other end of the country, Motormouth Ray was also hanging with old pals and grooving on old tin. Ray's turf is the Bellmore Train Station on Long Island, in New York. That's where you can find him when he isn't solving tech mysteries on Motor Mouth Radio. I think he gets his mail there. Reconnecting with old friends may be Bellmore's bread and butter, but automotive variety is the spice. This heavily channeled Deuce roadster screams East Coast attitude. Ray concurs: "Sano '32 Ford. The guy's been doing this for a while. Serious build quality and attention to detail." 

"A back-to-the-70s parts hauler, parked across the street from the event."

"Sign on a cranky old guy's car." Cranky old guys drive 70s Mopars? Who knew?

"A local repair business. Every town should have a guy like this."

Forgot to run this cool Bellmore A-bone shot by Ray earlier in the summer, so am tossing it in here. 

And finally, "Just a couple of nuts I ran into." I'm so happy that you're making new friends, Raymond (in my best Mom voice). (Photos courtesy of Motormouth Ray)





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SAFETY FIRST

Online bandwidth was drained coast-to-coast last weekend, with two safety-related stories going viral. Just in case you missed it: 

George Poteet and Ron Main's Speed Demon streamliner has owned the salt for longer than most can recall. If memory serves, their best numbers while hunting the magic 500 MPH unicorn were around 462 MPH. (Photo by Richard Small)


The Speed Demon after Poteet rolled it at a test session originally billed as Mike Cook's Shootout. On his first pass of the much-delayed 2014 season, Poteet lost the handle at 370 MPH and the resulting mayhem was predictably dramatic. But look again. Poteet crawled out unharmed (verified at the Salt Lake City hospital), and every single component of the 4,670 pound race car and its fragile human operator remained intact. Quality chassis fabrication saves the day again. Poteet vows to keep the Demon and possibly restore it. Study the Speed Demon's last video of many at: http://bangshift.com/general-news/car-video-speed-demon-streamliner-crash-370-mph-incredible-george-poteet-ok/



Complacency illustrated: Those legs dangling through the windshield belong to a AA/GS Willys pilot identified only as "Kelly". He attended a Pikes Peak International Speedway outlaw street car event with his wife last weekend, and decided to take her freshly finished Pro Street '55 for a run. Confident that nothing serious could happen in a car only half as fast as he was used to, his helmet was casually slipped on and seatbelts ignored, as he staged against a frisky 2nd Gen Camaro. By half-track, the Camaro was skating into Kelly's lane. Kelly dodged it, resulting in a wild barrel-roll that eventually landed the shoebox on all fours, leaving Kelly wondering which way was up.

Kelly crawled from the remains of his wife's new car and instantly popped off the headgear that never got secured. Eyewitness reports claim no rollbar or harnesses were present, either. Kelly's only comment to date: "I was complacent." See the video at:  http://bangshift.com/bangshift1320/miracle-video-guy-wrecks-pro-street-1955-chevy-legs-hanging-windshield-walks-away/   (Photos courtesy of bangshift.com)

Heads-up out there, kids. Not everyone gets as lucky as Poteet and Kelly.


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SQUIRREL AND TOOLBOX

In keeping with our safety theme... An athletic cup could have prevented this tragic scenario. Suit up!


Photojournalism wizard Peter Vincent's efforts to prep his "15oz Coupe" for blown nitro action have been thwarted by a mysteriously expanding collection of vintage rolling stock. If only Vincent could reach the Craftsman rollaway at the back of the shop... (Photo courtesy of Peter Vincent)




UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

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Meanwhile, back at the Hot Rod Nationals...



The nostalgia at Champion Raceway was juxtaposed with new life from Twisty Ron's brother, Mike Austin, walking his brand new Top Alcohol Dragster through its first baby steps. This was a warm fuzzy, as the last time we saw Mike in action, he was upside-down on the wall at Pomona. He was all grins following this 60' test shot. 


One particular Hot Rod Nationals show entry was more personal than most. This '37 Ford was my dad's last "completed" project. After his passing, my brother Mark took custody for a few years, then it was sold to my neighbor Jeff Wherlich, who brought it into my shop for some much needed updates. He's been driving it ever since. Leaving the drag strip, I swear I saw the Austin Bros' late father's Model A coupe in the lot. A poignant goodbye kiss. (Scotty shots)

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