Wally Graner’s old man belonged to the breed of early virtuosos in the riding mechanic game – a maestro on the asphalt of Indianapolis 500 and the dusty… continue reading »
For the last few years, I’ve been marinating on the intoxicating notion that race cars trump hot rods in the realm of pure, unadulterated fun. There’s an elusive… continue reading »
In the twisted corridors of my mind, the pre-war quest for speed on the desolate lake beds of the American West never quite attained the level of allure… continue reading »
In early 2000, the 4-speed in my ‘38 was in desperate need of a rebuild. The catch, however, was that I was broke and prospects were slim. Desperate… continue reading »
My compadre Chris slid this piece across my desk, and although it veers into the outskirts of relevance, a lot of it is pure gold. But disregard the… continue reading »
Unscheduled feature post of sorts… Just because I’ve spent the last five or so years of my life as a hermit doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate and… continue reading »
Remember Bill Collins? How could one possibly forget that character? The day he fired off an email to me, adorned with snapshots of the then-obscure Scorpion Dragster, seeking… continue reading »
On the first day, they worked all day—fourteen hours straight—before taking a break for hamburgers and a little bit of sleep. The next morning, they woke up, not… continue reading »
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