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.
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!"
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?