Fast History in Florida
Alarm goes off. Snooze. Alarm goes off. Snooze. Alarm goes off. Oh! It’s Wednesday. Wednesday? The phone rings. “This is your wake-up call,” says the automated voice. I look at the clock. It’s almost 8 a.m. I open the curtains and look outside. I notice another hotel across the street and a miniature grove of palms swaying in the breeze. “Must be time,” I said to myself. “Must be time.”
With that I hopped out of bed and started packing (somewhat frantically). My flight wasn’t until mid-afternoon, but I had hatched a classic, multi-part plan to carry out before heading to my next location. The plan? Drive to the Don Garlits Museum of Drag Racing, see what I could see in about an hour, drive back to the airport and not miss my flight. Simple enough, right?
Before I go any further, I want to let you know that this is not my official report on the legendary museum just off Interstate 75 in Ocala, Florida. As a matter of fact, I’m writing this nearly 48 hours after the fact and I’m still processing the best way to share my findings. Hopefully I’ll figure that out soon.
The museum itself is a hot rod information overload. So much, in fact, that when I walked into the main room I had to say, “Holyyyyyyy smokes” rather than something much less publishable. I didn’t want offend the gentleman behind the front desk. Simply put, the place is just next level.
I’d like to tell you how I got there and—more importantly—why, but at this point I can’t. That’s all a story for another time. What I can tell you is that in my whirlwind tour, I found a car that I knew I needed to share with you right here on The Jalopy Journal.
That car is a chopped and channeled 1932 Ford cabriolet. From the dropped axle and the 3×2 fed-flathead to the wrap-around seat and perfect old chrome, it’s a total time capsule. It was a California stocker, a top-flight drag car, a street car and, best of all, a car that I never knew about until I stumbled upon it this week. It deserves better photos, but this is what I was able to shoot given the circumstances. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
P.S. For those wondering, I did end up making it to my flight on time. I’m now in Louisville, Kentucky. Come find me!