Tuesday, March 24, 2015

A TWISTED FRUSTRATION

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These are my people. This is my playground. That should be me behind the wheel. (Photographer unknown)



SGE World Headquarters, Medford, Oregon. March 19th, 2015. 12:37 AM.

It's been a productive day of work on the latest Cartech book project, but I knocked off early to scribble out this blog post. In the last hour, three rowdy street brawlers have rattled my third story window. Each of them blipped the throttle and shed some rubber as they passed. It's hard to resist using downtown buildings for echo chambers, but my ego interpreted the barking M/Ts and Flowmasters as taunting personal shout outs. Tis the season. Again.

Twice a year I do battle with the big bad deadline monster, and twice a year it hands my ass to me. The work always gets in on time, but each deadline takes a bigger bite. That monster insists on eating well, and I don't know how many more servings I have left in me. True confession: While experiencing sleep deprivation and the other associated symptoms of Deadline Fever, I sometimes indulge in a moment of frustration. Spring has sprung, and all of my playmates seem to be out there living the life, while I'm chained to this keyboard. I want to go out and play too, damn it! My Model A project is growing cobwebs and rust, while everyone else is giddily blasting through paradise. That's how it feels when I'm rundown, anyway. In reality, I'm doing what I love every day, and getting paid for it. I am such a prima donna. I even have a car project that I don't deserve. In these moments, I look within and feel frustration at my lack of gratitude. For that, I look to my old friend, Ron Austin.


You gotta start somewhere. Twisty Ron Austin hasn't been able to wipe the grin off his face since striking his first professional arc only a few years back. When approached by Dave Sattem two years ago to rehab Dave's tired '33 Willys bracketeer, this is where Ron started. That two year ET could have been halved, if not for Ron's 50-hour workweeks at a local powder coating company, but those days are behind him now. Sattem's finished Willys looks even better than this initial sketch. So says more than one panel of judges, anyway. Regarding his artistic prowess, Twisty quips, "I don't think Foose has anything to worry about."

Sattem's coupe was squeezed into Twisty's home garage, and ride height was determined during this preliminary mock-up session.

The first chrome moly tubes were gathered around a gutted Chevy big block, and suspension points were tossed around. That's actually gross understatement, as major hours were burned pinpointing each component's exact location before a single spark was launched across Twisty's shop. It's time consuming work, and Austin is more demanding of precision than the average bear.


The harder Austin worked, the more tubing piled up in the Willys' miniscule interior. Twisty: "At this point, I am seriously trying to understand why anyone would build a door car, but it's too late to turn back now. You say you want to be a TIG welder?"


Then Austin covered his work with aluminum. The body was off and on myriad times to check for perfect fitment of the rollcage. No small feat in a one-man shop.


Hey Twisty, hold this microphone - I gotta go take a leak. "Um, okay. The sound system was the last step before disassembly. Next, it was time to frost the cake!" Well put, my friend.


Tasty frosting! Twisty's powder coating experience has its perks. Twisty: "Yeah, it's amazing what a little color does to a project." (Photos courtesy of Twisty Ron Austin)


Dave Sattem was so pleased with the finished car that he entered it in the 2015 Boise Roadster Show, where it received a Best in Class trophy. Who'da thunk it? (Photo courtesy of Kenny Welch)


BREAKING NEWS: This just in from Twisty Ron, reporting live from the Portland Roadster Show: "Dave Sattem's Willys took Best in Class and Best Competition entry in Portland!" Thanks Twisty, and congrats to all parties involved. The new chassis hasn't even crossed the starting line yet, but has already established itself as a winner. Today's Oregonian newspaper headline: "Greasy Sportsman racers steal trophy from touring pros!" Now that Sattem has had time to brush the angel hair off of his firesuit, we're hoping for initial test results from Woodburn Drag Strip. Let's get with the program and chip that paint, Dave! Twisty Ron Austin's thoughts on the build: "I'm really happy with how this project turned out. If Dave would have let me name the car, I don't think I could have picked a better one. Pretty much sums it up." (Photo courtesy of Twisty)


Bonus shot: Twisty (left) made a guest appearance at author Jim Lindsay's booth while at the Rose City show. That's Lindsay's "The Little Bastards" book in the background. The biggest damn book I ever saw! I knew Jim was interested in publishing it in a large print format, but this seems a little over-the-top. Just my opinion. (Photo courtesy of Tami "Krankypants" Austin, who bagged two racing legends with one shot.)


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UPDATES



When last we saw Lance Sorchik's '33 roadster, it was completely fitted together for the first time -basically an assembled sheetmetal jigsaw puzzle. How to celebrate such a milestone? Tear it all apart again! That's what Lance did, so he could clean and paint all components in preparation for that most sacred of hot rod rituals, the final assembly. 

The trick chassis that Lance built with his pal Jesse Coots at Old Soul Hot Rod Shop in LeRoy, New York is now showing it's true colors and both of them are black - flat and shiny. While this dynamic overhead shot shows the sexy symmetry of the layout, the details reveal the spirit of the build. Look and learn.











Lance reports the roadster now starts and stops just like a real car, and he's stoked for a test drive. As kinky as the components are (torsion bar suspension Divco wheels, etc), our favorite part is the joy of the build that is present in the overall vibe and in every detail. It's this close to being driveable (thumb and forefinger nearly touching), but that will have to wait until Lance and wife Diane return from their latest exotic overseas adventure. Consider this scenario to be "luxury frustration". And expect burnout shots in a few weeks, right here. (Photos courtesy of Lance Sorchik)

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The Custom Metal fabrication shop in Applegate, Oregon. Proprietor Dr. Lockjaw (AKA Jamie Ford, but everyone knows him as Nancy) has been toiling for months on this frame for a customer's '41 Willys street/strip coupe. Until recently, it was a complete rolling chassis, with drivetrain (6-71 blown BBC, etc.) and fiberglass body mounted. Now it's finally blown apart for final welding (with an assist from Twisty Ron Austin himself, who fabbed-up the beautiful 9" Ford housing, though I'm not sure that he mounted it properly), and will soon go down the road for paint and upholstery. I learned a lot from watching the doctor's approach to this patient. The energy expended on this build went way beyond the customer's comprehension. That's how it usually goes.


When we turned off the lights last week at Custom Metal, the SGE Model A had a Corvair steering box precariously perched on a tube tacked to the frame rail. This week, we added some stability.


I had picked up a remnant of 1/4" steel at the scrapyard to make a brace for the steering box mount, but it was a couple inches shy of the desired width. Doh! I knew I shouldn't have used that metric tape measure. Luckily, a shard of scrap from Doc's trash can saved the day.


We whipped up a cardboard template of the desired mount and Doc transferred the shape to the steel.


We had scribbled a loose reference to a required access hole for worm-and-sector lash adjustment, and suddenly, without warning, this happened...




A pleasing image, yet I can't help but find it to be derivative of Spike Kilmer's early work. This was surprising, as Doc is a longtime Chris Cooper aspirant. But inspiration knows no brand loyalty.


 A test fitting of our massive brace showed we were on target. Note curved tube holding platform in place. I've been saving my pennies and blew them on that trick Sweet Manufacturing u-joint. 


The shop grunt was dispatched to remove any material that didn't look like a steering box mount...


... and the mount, she's all done! For the moment, anyway. Final welding will happen later. Never before has such an expanse of heavy steel invaded any of my cars. But we shook the hell out of it and found it to be very rigid. Doc tried to cheer me up by suggesting the piece double as a mounting point for electrical gear. I suppose 15 pounds of steel is sufficient to handle 12 ounces of wiring. Next Week: The steering shaft, wheel, and drag link! Sounds racy... 


Here's the thing. Doc has been accruing his knowledge and skills since birth. So why should he share that experience with a know-nothing like me? He says it's more important to him to pass it on than to keep it secret from any perceived competitors. And all he asks in return is that I pass it on to the next person. To any aspiring hot rodders viewing this blog: Once you get your head around this stuff, you know what you have to do. Doc says it's a small price to pay for the fun. I agree. Thanks Doc! (Scotty shots)

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SQUIRREL AND TOOLBOX

The rumor mill in Glendora, California has been cranked up yet again. Our sources report that NHRA head coyote Tom Compton has decreed all back-up girls be replaced with squirrels, effective immediately. SGE reporter Mr. X notes Compton's comment overheard during a phone call from a Chevron restroom stall in West Covina: "I know they're on the fence right now, but these guys will move fast. They ain't no Easter egg chicks." You heard it here first. (Photo courtesy of Mr. X)



The same box that film maker Faith Granger keeps under the seat of her Deuce of Spades roadster also handles her home repair needs. Humble, but effective.

For reference, here's Faith and the roadster at El Mirage. She's currently working on the sequel to the Deuce of Spades movie. Keep an ear tuned for snippets of some Scotty Gosson Combo tunes in the soundtrack. (Photos courtesy of Faith Granger)


GRIN


Joe Borer's Marlin and Goat may have been among the herd of street animals calling me out tonight. Bullies!

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

GO DIRECT - A DIY GUIDE FOR THE COMMON MAN

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Mike Demerest's old "15 Ounce Fuel Coupe" has blasted enough nitro fumes to buzz the entire state of California. But even sitting static with the engine shut off, it evokes more adrenaline flow than a fleet of Corvettes with it's direct honesty. (Photo courtesy of Bob McMillian)


Top three reasons why I love hot rods and race cars (drumroll)...
Number 3: Cool!
Number 2: No rocket science degree required.
And the number one reason why I love hot rods and race cars: Go direct (heavy on the Go)!

There's no need to explain a hot rod or race car - they speak succinctly for themselves. I believe they communicate so clearly due to the direct approach to their construction. Tab A doesn't fit Slot B? Make it happen. Intakes guzzle fresh air from holes in hoods (when there are hoods), headers blast decibels while hanging in the breeze. Fenders are jettisoned to accommodate enough tire, etcetera. That kind of honesty speaks directly to that part of us that's insulted by SS badges or plastic wings on four-door sedans. The roots of the Go Direct ethic can be tripped over at the base of most of our family trees.


My uncle Dewey at left, with his son (my cousin) Eric. Both great guys, and real characters. Dewey delivered mail on foot for decades, while simultaneously running a cherry orchard. He later suffered from a degenerative muscle disease that slowed him down (and shrunk him down) over the years. His last thirty years or so were spent standing up or laying down, as sitting and walking were very painful for him - almost as painful as losing his mobility. Eric and his brothers got together to solve the problem in grand Gosson fashion, a few years back...


God only knows where the guys got this Honda. To this day, nobody's talking. Dewey needed a ride he could drive standing up, so the Sawzall and funny bones got a good workout...

... as did the steering column U-joints. Some old door hinges tastefully adapted the pedals to vertical driving, and a couple of Stewart Warner gauges were scrounged up (probably from a tractor) to replace a yard-long OEM dash that didn't offer as much information. The basket is the crowning touch - twice the size of the stock glove box, with half of the weight.

The interior is light, airy and spacious - a huge improvement on Honda's claustrophobic design. Entrance and egress are effortless. Dewey loved the car, and christened it "The Slug". He blasted it around the orchard for many years, usually doing chores, but always squirreling around. Dewey passed last year, and the property in the shadow of Mt. Hood, Oregon that had been in our family for over 100 years recently sold. My cousin Nadine has been clearing the last remnants from the place, and was joined by her siblings last week for a final joy ride in The Slug, followed by this fortuitous photo shoot. Thanks for documenting this family icon, Nadine! (Photos courtesy of Nadine Gosson)

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UPDATES



Rocketboys Buddy Michaelson and dad Ky took drag race rocket god Captain Jack McClure to Aruba recently to celebrate his birthday. If that weren't big enough, Buddy alerted the SGE offices this week to an equally ambitious endeavor. Like we needed an excuse to run this shot of young Buddy on his rocket-powered scooter...


That's right, Buddy has been making a documentary film of Ky's life ahead of the flame. Stay tuned for release dates, locations, etc. This will be a fun ride. Nobody goes more direct than the Rocketboys.


Ky, tweaking his rocket-powered robot. "I think it's the jets..."


Ky, somewhere on the exhibition circuit in the 1960s. He's been at this for a while. 


The Michaelsons remind us that the DIY approach is borne of a rugged individualism. No sheep need apply. (Photos courtesy of Buddy Michaelson)

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You are not hallucinating. Ray Fahrner's Boot Hill Express remains untouched and intact. SGE pal Chris Shelton clicked it at the sprawling Speedway Motors complex in Nebraska. (Photo courtesy of Chris Shelton)

Not satisfied with his collection of 1/24 scale Boothills, Galion, Ohio modeler Bill Clark began scratch-building his 1/8th scale version at the same time that I began writing the Show Rod Model Kits book. We corresponded about both projects and became virtual friends. Bill's goal was to photograph the finished iteration in time to publish in the book. That proved sadly unrealistic, but I vow to show you the finished product here. That will happen when it's meant to. In the meantime, Bill has agreed to keep us updated on his progress. Watch this space. (Photo courtesy of Bill Clark)

This is Bill. His shirt says so. He works in a factory all day, then unwinds with models. A regular guy. One of us. Welcome, Bill. (DIY Photo courtesy of Bill Clark)


This is the book. Get yours today at CarTech.com, or Amazon.com, or better yet, screw the dot coms and get it at your local brick and mortar book store from a genuine human! It's not that scary.

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Mike Demerest is no longer with us, but the 15 oz. coupe lives on, thanks to caretaker Peter Vincent. Peter has devious plans to burn more nitro in the car's future, but has generously agreed to put that project on hold to allow for displaying the coupe at The World of Speed Museum's Grand Opening in Wilsonville, Oregon (near Portland) on April 24th. BE THERE!!! (Photo courtesy of Bob McMillian)


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We almost sprained our engineering muscles, but Doctor Lockjaw and I finally hit on a satisfactory steering solution for - Oosp! Wrong photo. 

We almost sprained our engineering muscles, but Doctor Lockjaw and I finally hit on a satisfactory steering solution for the SGE Model A. The steering box needs to be precisely placed in the open space between these two hoops to function properly. It also needs to be rigidly braced to endure the incredible forces acting against it. Steering and suspension engineering is literally a matter of life and death. There was no clowning around on this Sunday.

The reversed Corvair box now rests on a 1/4" steel platform TIG'd to a 1 1/2" chrome moly tube which is TIG'd to the inside of the frame rail. It took some serious trail-and-error to find the elusive sweet spot, but now we have a properly aligned steering system and a stable platform to build from. The bracing will be heavy-handed overkill, according to my race car fabrication sensibilities, but should survive the shock and awe of evil potholes and railroad crossings. More next week. (Scotty shots)

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SQUIRREL AND TOOLBOX

Build your own custom squirrel from a feeder. It's the nuttiest!

Choosing the proper head for your squirrel project is key. 

Inevitably, you'll eventually be tempted to turn yourself into a squirrel. This is perfectly normal and is not cause for alarm. The alarm will sound when you realize you were already a squirrel before starting the project. At that point, you are free to embrace your inner squirrel and go nuts. Congrats!


UPSIDE-DOWN GRIN

Dexter "Pops" Bradford in his element. There's a toolbox in there somewhere. Pops attended the March Meet with son Randy a few days ago, then passed away on March 12th. Fare thee well. (Photo courtesy of  Randy Bradford)



Pops at Orange County, back when.

Randy at Famoso, in the here and now.

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