T n' A

T n’ A

T N’ A/ BONNEVILLE AN’ LIKE THAT THAR

100 MPH Banquet III was a bash, Daddy-O. Bert’sRace Car, 1913 Case Indy Car, Dozens of real hot rods, Hughbachie blazin’. Whoa! So we got a few pictures here and what you see (besides the backs of everybody while the presentation was goin’ on!) is a hundred or so sun-baked, fully grooved Hot Rod Cats and Kittens. Next time we’ll have more music (Jett and Jon provided some from their Tejas SUV to fill the void and..up until the windstorm…the one that will etch our memories for all time….we had another Wiener Nationals, complete with suds and stogies and people from - here we go again – ALL over this blessed country and a few others (like Larry O’Toole from Australia and some racin’-rodders he was runnin’with.). Tony and Chella Huntimer hung in there as usual, co-charrin’ and bein’ good company.

  FEW ANNOUNCEMENTS, HOP DAWGS, BEER AND STOGIES

Heard from an SCTA Official we know who said, “Bonneville wouldn’t be the same without the 100 MPH Club Awards Dinner (Wiener Nationals, Ed.). Don’t stop.”
Hugh Coltharp brought his Pal along who was runnin’ his 1913 Case Indy Car;  what a mind blower that is to ride in…and where’d they hang? Hop Up Central, Boys.

So, detractors (Hey, how’s the sale at Mervyn’s?)  need not come by B’ville any time soon: We goin’ for the Title….an’ it’d make ya suck yer teeth.

More traditional cars congregated in our little corner that afternoon than anywhere on the salt and we thank you hooligans, you real hot rod daddies from 19 to 80 (they were all there) for makin’ us look good again. A damned institution, it is.

 

  IMMORTALS WILL USE BRANCH’S FOUR BARREL WITH A HUFFER

 

The Immortals had an interesting week. They had a back up four banger to run after they got the deed done with the main motor, but that event is put off ‘til the November meet. But while there, late of the evening, in the pits, wind blew up and they actually saved the Hop Up Balloon from destruction, and they saved Rustman’s Hop Up-sponsored roadster from being drug in to the brine by that same balloon, then they conspired to steal the flat balloon and hold it hostage (got a poison-pen ransom note, even), then turned turkey, ‘fessed up, and buttered us up with Coronas and kindness all day…….I think we’re even!

  HAPLESS VICTIM BEFORE THE ABDUCTION….

We will be there in November for the four barrel pass; we’re taking 100 MPH T’s along because we think they’re a shoe-in. ‘Spect we’ll see Shug there, sportin’ his new duds, along with the Missus…who got in the club, too!!! I think he beat her by 1. Ha!

  RUSTMAN’S OFFICAL HOP UP-SPONSORED RIG HAD PULLEY
  PROBLEM ;UNDERWEAR WILL HAVE TO WAIT TIL NEXT YEAR

 

While there, we forgot to honor Bob Anderson, who had got in the club at Elmo, in Rich Fox’s Mopar powered banger; we got caught up and sent the winner’s costume by mail.

Now, we been talkin’ an’ talkin’ about an Official Hop Up Racing Team Car..you know, like Hop Up’s own car? AN’ we’re tired of fightin’ the feelin’......so stay tuned….....

Ran short on Hop Dawgs (not really) cuz Wayno got about three of them…settling a ‘double dawg dare’ that he wouldn’t get his Texas ‘36 Tudor running and to Bonneville..in time for wieners. “If you get there with that heap, you’ll get Two Hop Dawgs.” “Is that a double dawg dare?” sez he.

“Aye.”

“Yer on”

He got the links and was offered more..done good, that boy.

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“   I been cooped up all week long….
              I been work-in’ my fingers to the bone…….”
                                                The Judds
               
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Who is the Forest Gump of the car hobby?

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AAAAAAnd: the Teazer is done. Last installment for the buildup is in Hop Up Volume VI (ja order it yet?) but all we can say its….what we seem to say a lot. “It’s cool when a plan comes together!”. You can’t have more fun than we did on the salt in that little tub. Can’t. You can try, Man, but you just ain’t gonna do it. You might match it…sure…but you ain’t gonna beat it.

Next?

(Be sure to read Hopupland, Drip Pan, Mort’s Shorts)