Looking into a turn, the car tends to follow your eyes around the corner, right? This technique comes in pretty handy, even when not at the wheel. Such as picturing what you'd like your life to be like. My spiritual trainer (The Good Reverend Salvatore - a sadistically honest man) recently alerted me that my fear of success has me stuck in place, and I won't make an inch of progress until I can visualize myself at the top of the heap. The theory is that once we can visualize it, we can begin to believe it's possible, and once we believe it's possible, it's likely to happen. I know this to be true from my own experiences, but haven't practiced it myself in weeks.
Ol' Sal was right. I've been visually impaired lately. I mean, I can spot your baggage at a glance from fifty paces, but have been blind to my own, even when it's dragging me down to a dead stop. So I blinked hard, looked around, and suddenly saw leaps of faith taking place everywhere. I'll share a few with you today. Luckily for all of us, this stuff is highly contagious. I still haven't allowed myself to imagine what the top of the heap looks like, but I can see myself crawling upward, thanks to inspiration from the following daredevils. And Reverend Salvatore, of course.
Spam has been sizzling around here for weeks, in anticipation of the Hot Rod Hill Climb in Georgetown, Colorado. Conceiver and promoter Mike "Nick" Nicholas is a real-deal hot rodder and family guy, who's thrown everything he has (and more) at this event for the past year. I was scheduled to cover the happening early on for Hot Rod Deluxe, but my puny personal finances put the kabosh on that plan, mere weeks before the flag dropped. Nick and I were both seriously disappointed when that happened.
Adding insult to injury, Mother Nature went tyrannical on Colorado. By event day, the President of the United States had declared Colorado a disaster area, I-70 to Georgetown was closed, and a death toll was mounting. But, to every meteorologist's amazement, the rain abruptly stopped and the race course (formerly dirt and gravel, but now paved) cleared off. And they came: Over 50 traditional hot rods braved the deluge to compete in the first Hot Rod Hill Climb since 1953, proving once again that when something is meant to be, it will be.
Miraculously, just hours after the above photos were taken, this was the scene at Georgetown:
After hours (that is, after working his 9 to 5, taking care of his home and family, and organizing/promoting the hill climb in grassroots kitchen table fashion), Nick built a Model A coupe as an event promotion and a salute to the last guys (personal friends of his) to tear up the hill. Just before the kickoff, Nick finally got his tribute Model A to fire for the first time. Alas, no time to celebrate.
After the show, Ray trudged back to the dreary WHPC dungeon/studio for another grueling Motor Mouth Radio Hour, looking forward to some laughs. He got his wish, and more - a surprise shot of estrogen:
UPDATE: Remember the BTU? Here's a reminder: The sequel to the Son of Godzilla car, the BTU was intended to be a recreation/continuation of my high school street/strip car, but ended up a dedicated Gas class race car. It was going to be my masterpiece, but two thirds of the way into the build, the economy caught me and I lost my shop - everything had to go. My racing pal Rick "Huh?" Smith had a bad crush on the BTU, and was all over it when I hit the panic button. His vision was to run it on the street as well as the strip, so he tore out my round tube chrome moly and replaced it with rectangular steel. He stretched the nose ten inches for good measure. Another nod to streetability was a mild gas engine to replace my high compression alky injection set-up.
When Rick and the BTU hit the strip, it ran right on the 10.60 C/Gas index and attracted a sizable fan club in the process. One of those fans was Rich Fiechter, who came down with a particularly nasty case of BTU fever. Meanwhile, Rick Smith was building a '34 Ford coupe that required extra funding. Smelling blood, Fiechter swooped in for the kill and is now the new owner of the BTU. May it serve him well, while freeing up Smith to realize his lifelong '34 coupe fantasy.
The key players, in order of mention:
THE WEEK IN INK:
When she isn't videoing breaking network news, blasting her motorcycle across the country, or wrenching on her beloved '48 F-1 (Code Name: Bondorella), Lori Bentley Law is aspiring to write the Great American Hot Rod Novel. Her latest is Motor Dolls, now available on MotorDolls.com and SquareUp.com. It's only $14.99 (including shipping) and is getting rave reviews. Log off of this flaky blog and order yours now! Hurry!