I was out of the tent by 6:30AM on Saturday but there were plenty of folks already moving around- this was the big day!Paul Gorrell was busy moving Hot Shot #1 to the show field. When he got all set up he looked at his rust-covered hands and said, "if I shake somebody's hand they'll get 5% of the car." That's Barry Seel 'supervising' on the right.
VCS were the spotlight class this year and there were a TON of roadsters on hand. I never did get a count, but I'm guessing there were 30 or so at least.
One of my faves was this driver Hot Shot that was entered in the 'Original' class. Rough but ready, just like I like 'em.
Even the brass was getting in on the act- here's Club President Dave Anspach getting his Super Sport ready for the big day.
It's been so long since I took my '51 Super Sport apart that I am definitely going to need some help when it comes time to put it back together. I took lots of shots like this that will - I hope - make reassembly a little bit easier. This SS appears to be largely correct, although I don't think the radio grill should be chromed... but with Crosley, who knows?
If I need help remembering how the SS should go, I'll need even more help imagining what the interior of my Hmod should look like. Chuck's Fibersport is the best cue I've got for my car, so I kept coming back to take more pictures. The Fibersport's office is tidy - as any good race car should be.
Every time I turned around it seemed like there was another insane rarity showing up. This Prewar Parkway Delivery is the only one I've ever seen.. I've almost never even seen pictures of these! This one looked to be barn fresh, but it was amazingly original. Upholstery, paint, and even the tires were factory. Totally nuts.
Speaking of original, how about this Farm-O-Road? Original paint and even the original decal on the side!
That's Wauseon in a nutshell- everywhere else in the world Farm-O-Roads are crazy scarce (less than 500 built, I think) but here they were almost common!
The owner of this one had a sense of humor.
I'd been warned not to sit too close to the track since the cars can sling a lot of mud as they make their way around the track. At first it wasn't bad at all - I thought we were just lucky that they were keeping the dirt fairly dry, but as the night got later, and the cars got faster (and the drivers got even more aggressive) I found out that it didn't really matter. We got buried. The races ended at 10PM sharp and Chuck dropped me off back at the fairgrounds. I crawled into my tent covered in dirt, stinking like racing fuel, and sunburnt to a crisp from three days in the sun, kinda the perfect way to end, now that I think of it...