For the second time in the last eight years Bonneville Speed Week was canceled due to heavy rains. The event was also called off in 2014. Prior to the day of the event all reports were that the salt was well groomed and in excellent shape. However, a thunderstorm on Friday night led to an announcement that racing would be delayed from Saturday until Monday. Another, larger storm, on Saturday night led to the salt flats being covered with water from two inches to a foot deep. A scene more suited for hydroplane racing than for car racing. The salt flats are part of the great basin. There are no rivers or streams that eventually flow into the ocean. All of the water runs into the basin and sits there until it evaporates. This is a slow process. On Monday, the official announcement came that all racing for the week was canceled. The only chance that we had to get out on the salt was when we hitched a ride with Lee Kennedy, the Chief Tech for the Southern California Timing Association, the body that runs the event. We had met Lee at the Nugget car show and he had offered us a ride down the track. He followed through and we accompanied him as he retrieved some of the Southern California Timing Association equipment from the flooded area. Our only view of the race vehicles was sitting on trailers in the parking lot or on trailers being towed off the slat through the flood waters. This was a major disappointment for the three guys in my group who had just driven 700 miles to see cars capable of nearing 500 Miles per hour.
Just because racing was canceled, there were still things to do and sights to see. A day trip down to Ely to visit the train museum and ride the old steam engine was well worth the time. And the nightly car show at the Nugget Casino was the main attraction. The show occurs in the parking lot at the Nugget nightly throughout the week. Friday, Saturday and Sunday are the best nights by far. Attendance tends to wain as the week goes on and racers start to head home along with the spectators. This show is different than most. There are no classes and no awards. What there are is a lot of cars that you rarely see elsewhere. Early hot rods are in heavy attendance along with rat rod types of vehicles Creativity is the name of the game. Where else are you going to see a fifty seven Chevy hood used as a trunk lid on an early pickup bed? Where else will you see a twin engine roadster, each engine with twin turbos? It is clear that most of the cars are home builds and the only limitations are the owner’s imaginations.
The first time I attended this show they had cocktail waitresses roaming throughout the show vending drinks. This no longer occurs, but there is a bar set up in the parking lot (the heat and all you know). The really fun thing is the friendliness of everyone. The car owners, racers and spectators mixing freely. It is also fun to meet people, not only from around the United States, but from around the world. New Zealanders and Australians are usually present in numbers. They have a strong car culture of their own and love to venture to the salt flats.
Even with no racing it is an event that should not be missed.

By: Terry Thompson

Well, here we are, back to car cruises and shows. We all know that there are big shows and small shows. Shows that you pay entrance fees and hope to win a trophy as well as small shows where you just show off your ride. This story is about the second option. You know, the show where you dust your ride off, go to the show, pull out your lawn chair and shoot the bull with the other participants.
The casual cruise is not just for the ride owner, but for the whole family of the car. The cruises I have been to have families. There are kids running around, wives and moms talking, you get the idea. Of course, the ride builders are always showing off what the latest thing they have done to their rides.
Let me tell you about the different rides. You have your traditional street rods, coupes, roadsters, and T-buckets. Then there are the sporty types of cars such as Corvettes and a lot of vintage muscle cars like Mustangs and Cameros, Dodge Challengers and Chargers. Then, sometimes, you have a surprise like a big military truck with twin 50 caliber machine guns on top.
Most of the modern muscle cars had engine modifications, custom lighting, and great tuned exhausts. Most of these cars are daily drivers. One of these is a fully custom 2006 Dodge Magnum station with a 6.1 liter Hemi engine. It has custom lighting and a decal reading “Grocery Getter” across the top of the windshield.
These casual cruise shows are usually held in parking lots of shopping centers or in parking lots of businesses that appreciate classic rides. A guest ride showed up at one of the casual cruises I recently went to. It was a 1933 Ford Vicky AA/FA drag car. It was a beautiful red in color with a BAE Hemi 420 cubic inch engine and approximately 3000 HP. It’s the world’s fastest Ford Vicky and is owned by Dave and Lois Owen and driven by their son, Troy Owen. I would be scared to death to take that car for a run!
Back to the real world. The variety of cars and different manufacturers just blew me away. For small, local shows it can be pretty impressive. There were imports as well as American-made vehicles. Just a sample of what I saw at a couple of different shows: Camaros, Mustangs, Jeeps, Hondas, Chrysler station wagons, Volkswagens, a Toyota pickup with a V8 engine, Subaru, BMW, Corvettes, Mazdas and a classic 1965 Plymouth Satellite with a 440 V8.
I know it is getting to the end of the outdoor cruise shows, but if you are a car guy or a car gal, stop in and experience a casual cruise car show for yourself!

Hastily laid plans had been made among friends at the Beaches Cruise In. Two days later it was time to go and the hastily laid plans turned out to be not so well laid. But all the same, wildfires were raging, and PGE had announced their plan to cut off power here on the mountain (Mt. Hood) for days. So, it came time for this writer to make his own adventure, throw a tent and bags in the trunk of his Corvette and bug out.

We rolled through rush hour in the intervening cities and towns and the temp rose as we drilled further up into the state of Washington. We tripped across a blown GTO sitting at a gas pump in the little town of Clatskanie. He had a downed battery. The trusty little Viking battery jumper came out of the trunk of the Corvette. Unzipped and attached, it fired up that bad boy and sent them down the road to the Napa for an alternator. Come nightfall we rolled on into the little town of Long Beach, hungry and thirsty. And oh boy howdy, what we saw then …

The whole place was packed with hot rods on every street anywhere around! Revving engines and all manner of other ecstasy echoed up and down the main drag.

Getting grub inside the packed Long Beach Tavern proved to be an ordeal. But not so bad, what with the free drinks being offered by happy hot rodders. And the very capable bartender, Connie came through with the grub.

One fellow, I believe his name was Mike, related as to how, he and his Hotrodding friends had been getting together for years at this event. They rent an entire house next to the museum and just steps away from the main drag. They all get together and have a grand old time reenacting all the good times from times past. On this night, these fellas could make their way out of the bar and on to the strip with no worries of cops and their dastardly handcuffs. The cops – and there were plenty of them, were busy with other mischief. The cruising would continue full steam ahead up until the midnight hour.

Come Saturday, the car show would commence up the peninsula. There would be a 10 mile procession of hot rods leading to the Beach Barons’ property in Ocean Park. The drive was not so bad – until you hit the town. There you would find a traffic backup from the show property back into the center of town, all morning long. Cars that were parked all along the roads radiating out from the fairgrounds numbered in the thousands, easily!

Inside, the property is expansive. Bisected by a long narrow waterway of some sort, full of crickets and critters. There are several wooden bridges to accommodate the cars and people. And the cars and people – they were plentiful! The final car count came to somewhere not too far shy of 1,000! But that does not include a good couple thousand more hotrods remaining out in the towns! I mean if the all mighty Creator were to throw a cast net down over this peninsula he’d be coming back with thousands of keepers.

Inside was a kaleidoscope of color. So much variety and creativity to see. Not to mention a blazing sun looking down upon us like some kind of a blurry red eye, deformed by the wildfire smoke that had spread all through the area, humidifying the air. It fell upon the creations in the form of some kind of ash mixed in with some other condiment, resulting in this slurry, some kind of a seaside gumbo. Perhaps the addition of a little salt and pepper might make for a tasty appetizer if one were to sample a convenient hood with one’s tongue. Slurp!

No really, all that smoky humidity did result in a certain sort of underarm – shall we say, claminess. All of this adding to that sort of seafood ambience. Alas, in time all of that would clear. And shiny paint and chrome would once again radiate all across the valley.
It would seem that batteries were the theme of the day. We came across a ’68 Camaro fresh from the Napa store with a new battery going in. The old Optima sat on the grass. It had breached its end of life date stamp and was headed for hospice. The setup in this ride required 10.5 volts cranking. Without at least that, there would be no RPM signal to the ECU. Yes, this old Camaro had a whole lot going on with the power plant. Dave White with the NW Classic Chevy Club had purchased an LT4, supercharged Corvette motor over the counter a few years back. A sweet package that was tuned to some 700+ RWHP!

Oh. And the supercharged GTO (Lemans) mentioned earlier, made it out of Clatskanie to the show with a fresh alternator. Oh. And my old Castlerock friends, Ron and Pam from Street Fantasies car club, saw the Facebook post I made on that incident and texted me. So, we hooked up at the event after so many years.

Once it came time to wrap up the day’s activities, it was time for the long procession of hot rods to make their way back down the peninsula to Long Beach. All along the way would be the droves of excited viewers in their lawn chairs, along with the more devious ones standing roadside with the bleach bottles, holding signs that say – Burnout Here.

Did anybody see the young gal with the halter top, holding up the sign that was saying something about showing something for something … not sure what that was all about?

Once you have approached some 2 mi outside of Long Beach, traffic rolls to a halt. And you know what’s coming – a repeat of Friday night’s cruising action. Mayhem is approaching. Spirits will be uplifted. Life will once again be good. All of that Americana that helped America be so great is here again. On this night, we relive another little slice of hot rod heaven.

’nuff said,
Chuck Fasst
#GearHeadsWorld

As they had in 2021, the cars and stars of the NTT INDYCAR SERIES arrived in Portland a week early in preparation for the Grand Prix of Portland held Sept. 4. This year a three team contingent was led by Team Penske featuring series point leader Will Power, runner-up in current points Josef Newgarden and an energetic up start from New Zealand by the name of Scott McLaughlin.
“Scotty Mac” as some refer to him, is completing his second season in Indycar and has already visited the winner’s circle. Though he operates in the long shadows of veterans Power and Newgarden, McLaughlin’s enthusiasm shines through and his personal excitement about racing in America’s premier open wheel series is palpable. (Evidently it has been his goal since he first began racing for Penske in Australia’s Supercar Series several years ago).
Newgarden set the pace in practice but when it mattered most, twenty nine year old McLaughlin put his Freightliner sponsored mount on the pole. Power timed second quick with Newgarden third (although an engine swap pushed him back to the eighth starting berth). At the drop of the starter’s flag McLaughlin charged into the lead. Rookie Christain Lundgaard raised a few eyebrows when he pushed his Rahal Letterman Lanigan entry by Power and they were followed by Mexican Pato O’Ward and last year’s winner Alex Palou. Newgarden’s issues were compounded by an unfortunate tire choice and he fell completely out of the top ten initially.
Little changed in the first half of the 110 lap contest- McLaughlin set a blistering pace which not even his teammates could match. Aussie Power recaptured the second spot and O’Ward ran third. Newgarden and his crew rallied and to their credit slashed their way back into the top five with forty laps remaining. Lundgaard’s moment in the limelight faded but a career best finish seemed attainable.
McLaughlin forfeit his lead only when he made his pit stop and it was looking as though the entire race might be unfettered by a single caution period. Then mid-pack racer Rinus VeeKay stuffed an unsuspecting Jimmie Johnson and the pace was slowed to a crawl. McLaughlin continued his dominance on the restart while Power and O’Ward scuffled behind him, Newgarden ran fourth and Californian Alexander Rossi appeared in the top five for the first time.
A second yellow flew with just a hand full of laps remaining but it didn’t rattle McLaughlin. O’Ward’s McLaren entry had a sidepod break loose after contact with Power yet both maintained their positions. Meanwhile behind them six-time series Champion Scott Dixon materialized seemly out of nowhere and displaced Newgarden in fourth. (“The Iceman” had been pushing toward the front all day after a dismal qualifying effort). Dixon subdued the crippled car of O’Ward before the finish and Graham Rahal salvaged the day for his father’s team with a hard fought top five.
So it was a perfect day for young “Scotty Mac”- He led all but five laps and is destined to be a champion in the not too distant future. His flawless win from the pole wasn’t exciting to watch but can’t be faulted. Fellow Penske driver Power did a yeoman’s job protecting his point lead and fighting off the advances of O’Ward (who was relentless). And the incredible Scott Dixon made it an all “Down Under” podium. Newgarden brought his Penske entry home eighth. It was an afternoon he would just as soon forget but he was able to maintain his position in the point standings going into the final race at Laguna Seca Sept. 11.
Sadly Indycar racing will never regain the prestige and popularity that it once held yet I still get a kick out of watching Scott Dixon wheel a racecar. Most in attendance fail to recognize it but they are watching one of the greatest racers of all time…right up there with Mario Andretti and A.J. Foyt. That is not my opinion…It is a fact.

Never to be dismissed, “The Iceman” Scott Dixon rallied from 16th on the grid to finish third and still has a shot at the title.

Current Indycars resemble F-16 fighter jets. #26 Andretti entry is piloted by Californian Colton Herta.

Point leader Will Power practices a pit stop with Team Penske prior to the Grand Prix of Portland.

Young Scott McLaughlin dominated the weekend for local sponsor Freightliner and Team Penske.

Penske teammate Will Power fought hard to retain his series point lead coming into Portland and successfully defended his position.

The Northwest Art and Air Festival returned to the Linn County Fairgrounds after an absence of two or three years to accommodate the COVID pandemic. The event is multi-faceted and spread over three days. It has an emphasis on art and air displays. The fairgrounds are covered with booths selling art and food. There are hot air balloons on display daily (weather permitting). They lift off every morning shortly after dawn and on Friday there is a Night Glow This is quite spectacular. The balloons are tethered to the ground. Shortly after dark the burners are ignited and the balloons inflated. It is like a dozen or so huge glowing, multi colored lamps. Activities involving fixed wing aircraft are held across the street at the Albany Municipal Airport. They go on all day long. There is also live music on stage throughout the day. The musical high light is the Saturday night concert featured a well known national artist. This year the performer was country music star Billy Culligan.
Also included in the festivities is a car show. The show is staged by the Studebaker Club. This year about 75 cars showed up to participate. The show featured a mix of classical, muscle and foreign cars. Best of Show went to a 1934 Plymouth hot rod owned by Don Pyle. It is truly an outstanding ride. There were many other fine cars there as well. This is a big event with several hundred of people in attendance. A good way to spend a Saturday with people who are interested in a variety of modes of transportation.

By: Terry Thompson

Carol Hood and her 57 T-Bird

Pete Rocco’s 59 Bug Eye Sprite

Sue Thompson’s 56 Chevy

About the first week of August, I drove my trusty ol’ wagon to the local Les Schwab Tire Center. The location our family frequents is just around the corner from our home, and we’ve never had an issue in the two decades that we’ve been customers there.

The challenge I brought to the table this particular Saturday was a set of slotted dish Ansen Sprint mag wheels.  Ya see, my daily driver is a 1982 Ford Granada GL wagon.
For years now, I have run a big and little skinny white wall tire combo with painted steelies and Falcon poverty center caps. The wagon looked clean, but I wanted an ’80’s street machine look. So when an ’85 Thunderbird arrived at All American Classics with those slotted mags, well, the wheels started to turn.

The wheels had an aged appearance, which was ideal for my vision with the car. There was even a stamped date of 12/20/1985 on each of them. The wheels are 14″ x 6″ for the front and 14″ x 7″ on the rear. I envisioned a set of big ‘n little raised white letter tires and a stance to make the car pop!

Oh, this was gonna be RAD!!  (you know, 80’s style?)

A quick check on tire availability, and I saw that a set of Cooper Cobra radials would most likely do the trick. So I dropped by Les Schwab, and a service rep, Kellen, began to help me. We discussed the look I was going for as well as availability, and it was recommended to go with 225/70R14’s for the rear and 215/70R14’s up front. The order was placed, and a time was scheduled to make the swap. I was giddy with excitement!

Now, some background info here… The wheel/tire combo that I had been running was as follows:
The front tires were 205/75/R14’s, and the rears were 225/75/R14’s. On stock rims too. But, I was confident in my order and eagerly arrived for the scheduled appointment.
What could go wrong?

When I arrived to pick up my vehicle at the end of the day, the technician, Rebecca, handed me my keys and casually stated, “Uh, there is some rubbing.”
I paused. “Rubbing? As in tire rub? Is it safe?” I asked and could feel a sense of dread drop like a load of hot lead in my gut.
Nervously, she replied, “Uh, well there might be some tire smoke.”

I took my keys and walked out to my wagon. I really liked the look. It changed the whole attitude of the car.
I climbed in, fired it up, and began to angle the wheel to exit the parking lot. The front tires begin to rub viciously against the front fenders.  I paused, thinking, “Oh, it can’t be that bad. It’s probably minor.” I turned the wheel more as I pulled out into traffic, and it was even worse. The rear tires were singing. LOUDLY.

Every bump made it worse. I couldn’t even fully turn the steering wheel to safely make a turn. I ventured the short distance home and backed into the driveway. “Maybe the added weight of my other tires and wheels added to the wagon’s payload,” I thought.

I got out of the car and was dismayed to see that damage had already been done to the tires.  There were gouges in the tires, and white rubber was showing. The wheel opening moldings were flared out and damaged. I emailed the corporate office straight away and sent pics.

Monday arrived and I was Johnny-on-the-spot at the tire shop.  Kellen was ready and, though I was amped up, he did his best and calmed me down.  He listened and assessed the tire sizes and what was happening. My old set were put back on, and I was told that he would be in touch to address the problem more thoroughly. After waiting patiently, I asked to come in again the following Saturday.

When I did, Kellen told me of his plan. The idea was to do a test fit to see if a 215/70/R14 would work on the rear of the car. So my car was whisked off and jacked up, and the test fit seemed to be a cure. Kellen even asked me to stand on the rear bumper and bounce the car to make sure there was room. Success!!!

He told me he had a plan for the front tires, 205/70/R14’s, and to give him a little bit more time because they had to be custom ordered.
Well, some things really are worth the wait. Two weeks later, I again came in on a Saturday, and the crew dug in. The tires were not the original Cooper Cobras I ordered. Oh no, but the replacements were a set of BF Goodrich T/A’s!

Again, Rebecca was the lead tech, but when she noticed that there was still a rubbing issue, Kellen and Nathan jumped in to solve the problem. With a few calls to O’Reilly’s Auto Parts, a set of cast coil spring spacers were purchased, and the rubbing issue was solved. Can I tell you? My car looked amazing!

As the bill was finalized, I expressed that I hoped I hadn’t sounded like a whiner or a “I WANNA TALK TO THE MANAGER” type throughout the process. Kellen laughed, “We just want to take care of our customers, and do it right.” And they did!
Thanks again to Kellen, Rebecca, and Daniel at Les Schwab Tire Center on Minnehaha in Vancouver, WA. You folks won a customer for life! -Written by Mark Karol-Chik

Perhaps the next great auto racing picture will be based on Neal Bascom’s novel “Faster.” Published in 2020, “Faster” tells a true story about grand prix racing in pre-WWII Europe—It was a story I had never heard before.

I have a couple of amazing friends in Loy and Nancy Kirksey. Both are remarkable in their own way and both share a passion for books. Loy found “Faster” on a trip over to the coast. He has no love for auto racing per se (although he never misses the Indy 500 broadcast) but, Loy is a bonafide history buff.

Our story takes place in the late 1930’s. Lucy Schell is an American Heiress and rally racer. Not your common hobbyist but co-driving along with her husband Lawrence (Laury), a capable racer. Her driving career is winding down but her thirst for competition has not been quenched. Meanwhile Adolf Hitler is gaining momentum in his pursuit of world domination. His influence is already far reaching in fact, the Nazi party is subsidizing both Germany based Formula One teams; Auto Union and Mercedes.

Rene Dreyfus is an accomplished French driver, black-balled due to his Jewish heritage. He is no longer sought after by the German and Italian teams and to Lucy, he seems like a logical prospect. Now all they need is a worthy steed and here, the Schells make a dubious choice-they select the French coach manufacturer Delahaye. They are an established builder of high-end luxury vehicles, struggling in the current economy and irrelevant on the racing scene. Delahaye needs the contract and insists they are up to the task. What they produce in the end are a short run of mongrels that fortunately, perform much better than they look.
By 1938, a Mercedes W25 is a state-of-the-art Formula One machine. Sleek and aerodynamic, it is dubbed the “Silver Arrow”. By contrast the Delahaye 145 has no waistline, it was thick throughout and had a bulbous nose like Karl Malden. Some guessed that its appearance was inspired by Lucy’s pet bulldogs. Dreyfus himself thought it was the most awful-looking car he’d ever seen. In short, the Delahaye was no match for the Mercedes aesthetically but it had its merits. Its V-12 engine pulled hard, it had excellent brakes and handled well. Dreyfus reasoned that he could defeat the Mercedes if he devised the proper race strategy. He would get his opportunity in a non-championship contest in Pau, France in front of his fellow countrymen. It would prove to be one of the last chances the French had to thumb their nose at the Nazis who would soon invade their country.

I would love to tell you how it all shakes out but author Bascomb certainly tells his tale better than I can. This book has a better storyline than most of the racing movies I‘ve seen- And it’s all TRUE! I simply cannot recommend “Faster” highly enough. (Note: This novel was published under the title: “The Racers” as well. It is the same story, just confirm that it was written by Neal Bascomb. Accept no substitutes!)

Ridge Motorsports Park is located near Shelton Washington about 25 northwest of Olympia Washington. It offers a road course, a skid pad, kart racing and there is an off-road park.

On June 11-13th the “Trans-am series event was held at the park. One of my former co-workers, Steve Ingersoll, being a racer and a car guy went to the track for that weekend. The weather didn’t look like it was going to cooperate, but Saturday turned out to be great… Sunday, not so much.

Steve managed to take a few pics and told me a little about the event which I have transcribed here for you. The facilities look good and sounds good. They even offer catering and meeting rooms for retreats or business meetings or corporate training classes. Sounds like a cool place.

This weekends race was a joint race weekend. The SVRA, Sportscar Vintage Racing Association, and Trans Am. Trans Am races often include several classes made up of faster and slower cars on the track at the same time. Such was the case at the park for this weekend.

Also present was rain. The rain put a damper on the turn out as you might well expect, but those that stayed were rewarded with some exciting racing. Steve said it was something to see “800 hp Trans-am cars putting up huge rooster tails as they tried to negotiate the 2.47-mile road course.”

Steve and his friend, Andy Collins made a weekend of it, brave. But it turns out they had help. Apparently, Saturday night, with their camp/pit set up they held a race meeting with a Mr. Hennessey and a fellow, Jim Beam was his name to help warm the night. It sounds like it was successful.

The Lux Performance Dodge Vipers finished one-two in the SGT class in their first appearance in trans-am this season. Cindi Lux scored her fifth win when she crossed the finish line in fourth overall and first in SGT class driving the number 5 Lux Performance/Black Coffee Dodge Viper.

Carl Rydquist drove from the back to the front to claim victory in the TA2 class driving his number 47 Ford Mustang. Even though the track was rain soaked he managed to pass everyone to take the lead and finish more than 12 seconds ahead of the second-place finisher.

The series returns to Portland Oregon’s PIR for the Portland SpeedTour July 23-25th.

The Function 4 Junction Show and Shine Car Show was on. It was my first car show in about a year and a half. The show was the largest one that I have gone to in a long time.

The show was in the downtown area of Junction City. The show was at one time held at the high school football field. When I say large I mean large! Let’s just say 6 blocks long and 2 blocks wide with cars parked on both sides of the streets, in the parking lots, and down the alleyways. There were also vendors in about every other parking lot.

I talked to Corrie Lucas, the president of Function 4 Junction. Corrie said this was one of the biggest Show and Shines ever, with over 600 cars.

When I enter a show I like to know, “where does the money go?” Corrie had no problem in answering that question. The entry payment goes to the community of Junction City to help with projects, for scholarships for students and also a donation to all the volunteers for whatever good causes they have. It’s good to know where the money goes. The downtown businesses are 100% on board for the show. Corrie said 2019 was the best year for the show. Then the Covid “Crap” hit and 2020 was canceled. I mean, not only the show, but everything was canceled.

Well, back to the showl My neighbor, Keith, asked if I would like to go to the show with him. Keith had pre-registered and was ready to go. Now this was a first for me, riding in a 1963 Cadillac Series 75! You know, the kind of car the mob would use back in the ‘60s. It was 20 feet of cruising smoothness, the nicest ride I have ever been in.

Getting to the show is half the fun. There was a wonderful variety of vehicles. You name it, it was probably there-show cars, rat rods, daily drivers, drag cars, modern muscle cars, pick-ups, as well as traditional hot rods, vintage original cars and trucks, sports cars and many more. Speaking of sports cars, another first for me was a mid-engine Corvette. It was beautiful. There was even a three foot statue of “Rat Fink”. Next to Rat Fink there was a go-kart sized red Radio Flyer Wagon. On the other side of Rat Fink was a gas powered, go-kart sized 1953 Lusse Autoskooter Bumper Car.

Down one of the side streets in one of the parking lots was what I call Mopar Corner where at least 12 of the most beautiful modern muscle mopars. Then there was Mr. and Mrs. Chevelle, Jeff and Debra McLaughlin. Mr. Chevelle, Jeff, had a ‘68 coupe. Mrs. Chevelle, Debra, had a ‘68 convertible. Both had big block engines, yellow paint with black trim; so cool. An award winning 1970 red Mustang fastback was there to see. It had a V8 engine with fuel injection and was owned by Dave and Traci Smith of Springfield. Tucked back in one of the alleys was one of the coolest engines I have ever seen. It was a 1965 Chevelle drag car with a full roll cage, huge slicks and a V8 engine with twin turbos and exhaust coming up and out of the engine compartment.

I always go for the unique cars. How about a ‘30s Rat Rod pick up with a beautiful Hemi engine. On the other end of the spectrum was a unique vintage three wheel Morgan, engine and two wheels in the front and one wheel in the rear with front wheel drive.

With a lot of different cars and trucks there were quite a few drag race cars. One race car, not a drag car, caught my eye. It was a 2001 Subaru 2.5 RS Impreza Rally Car that was street legal, but it had a full roll cage, and custom suspension. It could race on dirt and pavement, up the roads and through the forests. The rally car is owned and raced by Richard and Laura Nile. Richard is the driver and Laura is the navigator who directs him through a headset communication system. She tells him to go left, right or straight. They race on the Oregon Trail Rally at PIR and up the Columbia Gorge.

To be honest with you, I was overwhelmed by all the neat cars there. Besides the cars, one thing I noticed was all the different car shirts, car hats and club jackets. Also in abundance were the families, folks that brought their children to this event. Very family focused all around.

The show and shine was over at about 4:00 that afternoon. Later Saturday evening was the big cruise through the streets of downtown Junction City. Corrie Lucas said they expected 800-1000 cars for the cruise!

So, after a year of no shows or cruises because of Covid “Crap” it was great to see and hear the Function 4 Junction was back again. Can’t wait for next year!

This is a funny story. As the economy begins to open back up and the pandemic begins to wane, events are happening all over the place, thank goodness. We sincerely hope you all made it through this hell.

With events “starting” to happen. we old car guys are getting excited. One of my friends says I have Rust in my veins and that may be true. A swap meet was scheduled at the Veterans Memorial Museum in Chehallis Washington in early June and I wanted to go. I didn’t have anything that I needed, mind you, but I had been cowering in the corner for long enough.

I have several friends that like swap meets and one particularly demented friend said he wanted to go too. So, we planned to start out early, like O Dark Thirty, so we could get there early and not miss the bargain of a lifetime… you know, that deal. Our plan included a stop for breakfast along the way and we both figured that we’d be able to “dine in” since the China Virus restrictions were being lifted. At the first breakfast stop we made; we were surprised to learn that they didn’t have any indoor dining service. Off to the next choice. They had limited seating but indoor availability, so we indulged.

We were back on the road again shortly and the rain was spotty. Up ahead of us looked very ominous with huge dark clouds looming, but with our lust for rust spurring us on we used our intermittent wipers extensively and persevered.

Using todays amazing technology, Google maps, on my phone, we had fore warning of the exit and made it to the destination just as a small sun ray peeked through the clouds. The place was small, compact actually, but it was bustling. The parking lot was very full, but we managed to arrive just as someone loaded with treasures was leaving. We parked and headed for the Popup that looked like the way in.

The folks were friendly and open to my putting a stack of papers on the table for folks to take and we excitedly entered the first swap meet we were able to attend in a long time.

I have to pause here to say that neither one of us had much that we had gone looking for but, it was a swap meet! The first in over a year. And we both knew that there were things here that we needed, despite the fact that we didn’t really need anything. Another pause, we both have issues with our legs being old and worn out. Jim was using a cane and I’m just slow, hips and knees, don’t work quite right and are painful, but we were going to see everything there was to see and we weren’t going to be denied.

It wasn’t long before first I found something then Jim. Negotiations were hard fought, but deals were made, and money changed hands, treasures were bought. I realized that Jim had a real method in his bringing his cane. He couldn’t carry much because he was using the cane. So, the old cripple that wobbles got to carry this stuff back to the car.

Perhaps foolishly, perhaps not, I bought something that was too big to carry so when I went back to the car, I simply drove back to pick up the big stuff. Pretty clever don’t’ ya think?

Now, after nine years as a “professional” publisher/photo/journalist etc. etc. it’s going to be hard for you to believe, but understandable with all the anticipation and excitement, we didn’t take one picture! So much for professionalism. It probably doesn’t really matter though. There were just a bunch of rusty/dirty, bent and some broken, old car parts. If you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all, right? But I’ll bet you’d go anyway!