MAGAZINE

DOUGIE

LAST EASY LOOK AT QC BEFORE TANK GOES IN

Man, what a good catch that car was: Dry floors, nice sheetmetal, running gear to sell to somebody, and you use everything else that you got with it: interior, paint, dash.................everything.

FLATTIE IS STANDING PAT, PENDING HEADS FROM WILCAP

We won't feign modesty: that cool Tudor may have still been reposing with the stock drive train if it had not been for the jivin' found on these pages. So watch out. You may be the next lethargic, wine-swilling, procrastinator that we target.

Get in your shop, put your hands on your (metal) tools and do something creative. Screw up an old Ford for Edsel. Then come back next month and we'll tell you about Dougies' RACECAR. That oughta give us a few pages.

Whoa Daddy!

OUT IN THE BARN

Dig out a (cheap) cigar from the "Factory Seconds" box. (I know you're out there), go over to that dusty cooler and grab a...............Gawd, there's even a Corona still in here, Lance!..........and look around.

No show place, that's for sure. But it's got something that feels OK. Tools are real good - just want more of them.....let's talk about tools sometime at length........there's the old magazines in boxes up on that shelf with probably every recollection of hot rods for 50 years in them. Good reference if you need it. There's some parts laid out in groups......headlight pairs, pedal assemblies, K-members, wishbones here and there.....some motors rat-holed for Dream Projects that may or may not ever happen.......there's the odd bit of sheetmetal hung up on the wall and posters pretty much all over the place.....Reliability Run samples all with the same number (we see that in a lot of garages), a car, a rack of tires and wheels.....a neon beer sign. It's what began as an impromptu storage place and out of necessity had to become a temporary shop.

It's raining like a bitch outside and the metal roof sends down a din that reminds us we don't have any sounds in here....symptomatic of always thinking this is 'temporary'. Gotta fix that. And you get pensive and you know that there is peace in here, and opportunity. Opportunity to hide a little. Opportunity to do something that says, "Here's how I would do it." There is an opportunity to figure out how to do something - solve a lifelong mystery - and realize, "Hey! If I do that a few more times, it may start to look OK. Maybe it's not half bad the way it is?"

List the accomplishments of the past season. In your head is OK.

List the goals for the coming months and weigh those probable accomplishments against the ever-growing wish list and you laugh. Your life is planned. And not a bad scenario, either, Duke.

Pull on that bottle o' brew. Pull on the ceegar. The smoke boils up in front of you, fogging the vision of a stock early Ford frame lying sideways against a storage rack. "That's gonna be a fun car..........". You get up, walk around and test yourself to see if you really do have everything you need to build that car, like you been sayin'. "Yup. Everthing is here." (Everything but the time. Pesky job gets in the way of that, too. Pesky job? Not really. Hop Up Guys have jobs. We read that somewhere, so, that part must be OK.) So here, really, Man, is every stinkin' thing the dream piece wants. And once the tweak is put on the frame.......and it becomes a chassis with all this pre-owned hardware on it..........we can do that...and that body over there oughta be OK once it's stripped and primed, and we got those old Fer-Shit Seat Covers....we're happening, Boys. And this may be the one we beg Tardel to do, huh? We been wanting to have one of his chassis'......and "Oooops!". Just tripped over the parts that are laid out on the floor for the one that's in progress now. Maybe we DO have something we could be doing tonight.

Better pour out the rest of this beer.

We're on duty after all.

DRIP PAN

PAT MORTON RAN THE IRVINE GARAGE FOR 35 YEARS. IT'S THERE AT THE 5 AND SAND CANYON STILL, BUT NOW IT'S A 'WORLD'S GREATEST BURGER' JOINT OR SOMETHING. '35-6 TUDOR WOULD MAKE A NICE TOUR CAR, EH?

MUGS LIKE CHRIS ITO MAKE IT FUN TO GO TO THE MAIL BOX.

OK. KILLER FLATTIE EXPERT MIKE GILBERT HAS HIS T COUPE UNDER WAY WITH THIS SETUP. WHOA!

YEAH, YEAH, YOU'VE SEEN IT, BUT WE WANT TO TOUCH IT; EXCEPT WE'D LEAVE THOSE RUSTY FINGERPRINTS................

BILL RINEHART OF TOLEDO IS A HOP UP GUY. HE SENT THIS PIECE, DONE FOR HOT ROD IN 1963

NICE COFFEE TABLE!

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"Babylon sister.....shake it!

You gotta shake it, Baby!
You gotta shake it, Baby!
You gotta shake it, Baby!
You gotta shake iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"

          -The Dan
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ROTTEN CUSTOM

This is important because - as you know - Hop Up was the original mag to combine the presentation of the two art forms and we will not foresake one for the other. They go together....witness Paso.

T n' A

If the flatheads have a class of their own, their times would be slower, budgets might be smaller and..........the poor boys can play, Man!

Speeds should be generally under 120 and 100 MPH would be notable. Which brings us to this historical fact: Hop Up sponsored (maybe even thought-up) the original 200 MPH Club.

This time, Hop Up plans to sponsor the.......wait......yes...yes......it's.....it's...the.........

How sweet it is. Now we gotta build a flathead motor for the Hop Up Cragar. Then it'll be the "Hop Up Winfield". Where's that frickin' list?