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WHAT'S HAPPENING

A ROD STOP WORTH STOPPING AT

It's small but almost too big; they don't give out trophies. Uh-huh. For 25 years they have not given out trophies. It's in beautiful country and everybody DRIVES there. No trailers.

Although I thought I saw one trailer hidden in some trees just outside of town, it musta been for some stocker meet somewhere.

On the first day the agenda is no agenda. People get in hot rods,, break up into groups of pals and go somewhere . I came - I saw - I roadstered. We tagged along with a roadster club (no white pants) and did a turnaround up to a joint just below where a landslide had closed the road. Bitchin. No traffic because the road didn't go through, the little procession of iron enjoyed nice scenic two-lane up to the Spot, lunched, and boogied back to civilization.

The hosts are a small roadster club (how 'bout 9 guys?) who then put on this outstanding double beer 'n cholesterol barbeque and Day1 is over.

Day 2, you slide over to a local park, leave your ride on the grass and kick tires a coupla hours. You eat again, lose money on the raffle and 50/50 and you cut loose about 2:00 P.M.

This may be the largest rod stop I PLAN to attend every year, and there's no spots on it.

This is like they usta be. Want to know where it is? Naaaah. We're not tellin' ya doodley squat!

SPRING FLING

Now look at the Merc. I call it the James Dean style: resto-rod, slammed , no chop. When I surfaced in the early 50's, this is what I saw. A chopped car was rare. Now the beef on this one. Give me everything but the open hood and ,

NICE EXECUTION