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We had occasion to chat with some of them, because our Air Conditioned Hop Up Headquarters caught their eyes. Hop Up had sponsored the first 200 MPH Club awards and these veteran dudes stopped by to mention it. They were priceless. 70-ish guys who were totally alert, interesting, and witty. God Bless 'em.

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The salt was good and you'll hear all the results from the legitimate media and the attendees.

The long-distance awards go to Hop Up Guys, hand freakin' down. The Kentucky Road Agents were there: Jess and Garry in the deuce ; Herbie in the full-fendered version; Clay was there( He's building a modified very much like the one in Mild Mitch's shop), and Steve. Steve, the Crosby (yeah, I know) the Crosby Sedan-Delivery cat from New York, who chased the big dogs all they way to Utah, kind of like Jingles screamin', "Hey, Wild Bill! Wait for me!!!" Good company, all of them. Not a bragger in the bunch. They are do-ers.

E.V. WENT 132 FOR RECORD THEN KONKDOG CELEBRATION	NAVARRO CAR MUSTA BEEN HI TECH FOR ITS' DAY -WHEW!!

Did it ever occur to you that this hot rod iron was intended for commuting, racing, cruising, but never for touring? And that seems to be our theme. The big gonad deal seems to be touring the cars far and wide in the name of using them and for the sake of nostalgia. But wait - it was the late 60's and 70's (Nationals, etc.) that got the touring started. That makes it our peers who made the standard of purity touring. So we are the people we are emulating. Cruising is non-existent unless you want to prowl around with T-buckets with Coke machine trailers; racing can of course, be done in a lot of ways. But the steel-ball test of hot rod mettle is the cross country jaunt in a bitchin rod. Endure the weather in a less-than-fully-appointed 60 or 70 year old piece, and keep up with the rice rockets Look cool while doing it. Ya have to stretch your legs every 150 miles or so because the people back then musta been munchkins. You need gas anyway, because the tank only holds about 12 gallons and the gas gauge is a little shakey, too.

You may or may not have wipers but you sure as hell have about a quart of Rainex in the rumble. And sunscreen? Bathe in it, or Dr. Whatshername will be carving little gasket pieces out of your forearm again. Ask the Road Agents. Ask Doug Anderson. Is the pain, aggravation, discomfort, cost, time away from home worth it? They will say yes. But you probably will have to ask them because they have class. They don't do it for bragging rights. They won't 'trick' you into asking where they were for 3 weeks. They do it because they love old iron. Hop Up Guys. It's the character of the man that matters. Not his wallet.

They would do it alone. Doug did this time. A slew of no-shows left him to take a great sojourn west by his damn-self. The model A coupe didn't miss a lick, rolled in for speed week, and now he's figuring out what changes to make to pass tech inspection and run it. There's a role model for ya, Boys.

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