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THE NEW ONE - YUP - WE DONE IT AGAIN

HOP UP 2002 - VOLUME III

Oh, yeah. it's shipping in a couple weeks, so we want you to be the first - the first in your neighborhood - to see and read................ veritas 2002.

Yeah, Baby.

It's the annual report on traditional hot rod and custom innovation (not invention); it's the gut, the vibe, the style showcased by our people nation and world wide.

The cover is innovative yet again - a Weesner illustration - and - if you are da kine hot rod daddy; if you are cool-livin' and unfettered with fraud-rod doin's; if you want to see what the other Truehearts in the culture are up to.............send the scratch, Man...................you prob'ly still got a job........

AND, you will want to also order the reprint.

THE WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, the humanity! We (and MBI) have reprinted the first 12 issues of Hop Up. Yeah, like Hot Rod Mag did. But this is "HOP UP" For a lousy $24.95 you will have the original tome, the basis of comparison, the marked-in-time, dead-nuts best review of what was (is) meaningful in the day. And it won't cost $10-20 per mag like it is on e Bay or at swap meets.

Not since Montgomery's books came out has there been anything more vital to your library. It's where truth originated. Not exactly the 'Tablets of Stone' but pretty fairly well important to the coolest, realist, most-happening Daddies out there on the pike..........

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THE FIRST 12 ISSUES

******Note that American Auto Mags handles worldwide orders (Europe, Oz, etc.) and Canadian Orders should go directly to Motorbooks.

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VOLUME II STILL AVAILABLE

APRIL COVER

Our cover shot was provided by Robert Genat, as a teaser from his upcoming book, "Dry Lakes Hot Rods". This photograph, taken by Don Cox (Don Cox/Zone Five Photo) has already contributed some detail information for the builders of a Calori clone.

Robert promises some more samples in upcoming months.

'32 FORD DAY AT THE PETERSEN MUSEUM

My goodness, but weren't they all there?

It is said that deuces are so expensive that the young guys can't play, and as a function of their notorious 'expensiveness' all the money guys throw in in a big way.

I should say so.

It was an anthropological study too, that included various sightings of Java-Peking-Streetrod Mon exhibiting their instinctive ability to sidestep into the paths of the famous...into the presence of name players....

All the righteous guys were there, though, and that made it quite worthwhile; these Hot Rod Ho-Dads were less conspicuous, there to see rather than be seen. And their cars..........it looks like the '32 community cleaves more to traditional than to high tech.Umm Hmm. We found ourselves immersed in chat such that we didn't really get to study the cars enough, but............. still got to drive one home.

A tribute to Ol' Dad was set up with his roadster; there were neat yella buttons and a montage of photos that his friends had put together. One guy stood watch over the roadster like a Sentry at the Tomb of the Unknown Gray left GOOD friends behind and this one, with a few others from within, doesn't figure to forget any time soon. As it should be.

ADIOS

BUDDIES

Both of 'em have hot rods............ and good ones at that. Usually both cars are in the que so they talk, jive, needle and all, wherever the stops occur. This time they took one car just for a change, and the cat whose car it was was sensitive to the fact that we mostly like to drive our own hot rods way ahead of jus' riding in them, much less riding in one that ain't our own. So after about 3 hours on the pike, Hop Up Guy #1 says to Hop Up Guy #2," Hey! Wanna drive? I think I could take a nap."

"Suuuuure!"

Positions were switched, and, since HUG #2 had never driven this particular piece, HUG #1 says simply, "Jus' watch the temp, oil, and this-here-fuel-gauge-right -here, an' don't let it get less than 1/4 cuz that's about when we only got somethin' like 30 miles left."

He slumps into the pass-side seat and drops flat away from consciousness knowing that the blown flathead car is in safe hands, what with the years of experience HUG #2 has runnin' hot iron. Sweet Dreams. There's that drone coming from the mufflers right under your butt; the subtle vibration coming in through your brogans, and the warm winter desert air blowing in the cowl vent. Far niente. This is the lullaby of our childhood..... where we were in the perfect cradle of security: Daddy driving, Mommy navigating.....and that drone that seems to emit some kind of audio sleeping-potion. It's just that we're all grown up and our trusted Buddy - HUG #2 - has assumed the roles of both Mom and Dad.

Couple hours further south.

"Are we there already?" he's thinking. There's no motor drone and they must be pulling to a stop in the parking lot of the big show. "God I must've slept for 200 miles!"

Shake the cobwebs, and...........we're still rolling.......toward the shoulder..........in the middle of the desert! There is no motor sound and the first thing HUG #1 focuses on is the dead fuel gauge arrow pointing about 3 degrees WEST of the E.

We can only imagine the initial eyeball contact, the slightly tilted head...............slowly shaking..... silently admonishing ........but no words. There was just nothin' to say..............

They weren't able to have conversational discourse for the entire two hours it took auto club to bring them a gallon of Hi-Test.

They got over it, we reckon, but we still haven't heard the rebuttal .....

Oh yeah. And it wasn't Dougie and R. Dub.

I know it's sacrilege, but....wouldn't you like to lower the Twenty Grand about four inches?!!!!

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