More than a Little
The High and Mighty story in the May 2018 issue (“Eye of the Beholder”) makes me believe that I was a little bit cool back in high school. My dad and I raced our 1950 Plymouth in H/gas at the Utica-rome and Fonda, New York eighth-mile tracks in 1963, 1964, and 1965, until I was drafted in the fall of ’65. We found a Fenton dual-carb intake and cast iron headers at Everett Pyes’ junkyard and put them on the otherwise stock six. My memories are that with two carbs you have twice the chance of an engine fire; fortunately the fire station was only feet away from our house. In the article, Mr. Soliz had to install hold-downs for the trunk lid, mine also was popping open mid-track. Got a lot of laughs from the track announcer over that.
I finally won my class in July 1965 at the UticaRome Dragway. The trophy is sitting on the hood in the picture and even now is on a shelf in my garage. In October 1965 my draft notice came, and I got an all-expense-paid tour of South Vietnam courtesy of Uncle Sugar. After I was in the service, dad sold the car. I would be reaching for my wallet if it ever appeared again. Them was the days.