The Second BMX Challenge...

...picks up right where last year's left off, but with less bruising and sore muscles.

The Second Annual Hot Rod Industry BMX Challenge takes place later this week (August 7, to be exact) in Louisville, KY, and returns to the amazing Derby City BMX grounds, and coincides with the NSRA Street Rod Nationals. As the official release reads:

"We are really excited about the BMX Challenge this year – we have changed the rules just a little – for the HRIC you must be a participant or vendor at the Street Rod Nationals – the BMX race is once again FREE of charge for you to participate in BUT to mix it up a little and to help give you guys and the spectators a better show we challenge you to “get sponsored”.
We will be running a Pro/Am mixed in with the Hot Rod Challenge and in order to bring in the “big guns” we have to show them the money! So we challenge you to get a sponsor for your race. Along with your name being announced during the race your sponsor will get some plugs as well! We ask you to get a min of $25 but challenge you to get more – the rider with the most sponsor money will get an extra special prize! Standard Byke Company is on board again this year – the winner of the HRIC will receive a new frame! Add to that more prizes, surprises and yet another frame from the great folks at Intense, and you have the makings of a grand event indeed."

Last years' event attracted 16 of the biggest and best builders in the game today, including Dave Tucci, Jesse Greening and Roger Burman, among the many talented riders and other industry professionals from companies like Billet Specialties, Welder Series, Vintage Air, Art Morrison, Calfornia Car Cover and more! Bill Stevens from Star Custom took the grand prize last year, after taking the lead from John Pearce after he lost rhythm in the last corner. Truly an exciting and fun event, to be certain, and with this year's prizes, it promises to be an even bigger draw! 



What's really fun for me, anyway, is being tapped to create some art each year for the event... This year, as usual, the Stranges gave me full creative control, and told me to "just do what you do!". Suffice to say, I've had vintage drag racing on my brain for a few weeks, and busted out a Fiat altered, smoking the tires... I wanted more action this year, and wasn't going to go with a static car like last year. One thing led to another, and soon there was a rider in full flight overhead, and it just seemed to come together as most fun pieces tend to do. 


I threw in a couple of little details as tributes to friends and family (as I do with almost every piece that leaves the Studio), and I'm genuinely stoked about the finished product. There's nothing like creating a souvenir piece for an event like this, and even better when it's for not only our colleagues and friends, but for prople whom I look up to for their skill, talent and drive... 

If you'll be in Louisville for the Nats, or just happen to live or have plans in the neighborhood, make it a point to go to the races on Saturday... Get in on the fun, meet some great, influential folks, and enjoy the thrill of a hobby that got so many of us into cars in the first place!

"Automotive taxidermy"...

...was the term I dropped into the conversation, and it brought on a stare, followed by a knowing grin and a nod of agreement.

I was having a discussion with a friend of mine, and the usual bench racing turned to the topic of restored cars... namely muscle cars and classics, and soon to one-off's like customs and hot rods. Initially, conversation revolved around escalating costs involved with merely buying a muscle car in today's market. It's a large amount of money to even touch anything worthwhile, and it prices the average Joe out of the game from square one. Add to this the recent trendiness that revolves around said collecting, and the people outside of the hobby begin to think that any car manufactured pre-1980 is a collector car, and worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. All of this notwithstanding, we soon hit on the real meat of the situation:

Cars locked in museums.

Granted, I can appreciate a one-off ride being preserved for future generations to enjoy and study... and who wouldn't want a work of art like Cadzilla to be around for a hundred or so years? Yet, to keep the cars locked in a climate-controlled room, pampered (sometimes quite literally) by teams of "preservation technicians", to me, anyway, deprives us of the best aspect of building a car. Actually driving it, and witnessing it in action!

Granted, you're not going to pull a world championship-winning Ferrari F-1 car out for a jaunt to the Circle K (that'd be like asking to fly the Spirit of St. Louis over a stadium, dragging a banner advertising a tanning salon, or a space shuttle around for kicks), and I can't imagine risking the original Hirohata Merc in LA traffic. What I'm getting at is that taking a Camaro or a Mustang, whatever, and storing it inside forever is a waste of the car. Why not just commission a great scale model, or a nice painting, or even a Poloroid?

Cars today are fast becoming trophies. Watch a certain auction, where it's no longer about bringing enthusiasts together to trade vintage rides and share some time... It's about "dig how much money I have!", and then living in fear of enjoying the purchase. I cannot fathom anyone getting so behind this attitude, and helping to hype it. It's a hobby meant to enjoy. The moment anything becomes centered on simply getting rich from it, well... at that point, I've lost any respect for the person(s) involved.

Take the car, and drive it. Not onto a trailer, and then off of it, 30 feet to a spot at a show.... Take it to the drags. Go for ice cream. Hit the park, whatever. If you don't, it's the equivalent of stuffing the deer you bagged, and throwing away the meat. Why not just mount the front clip over your fireplace, and tell stories of the "big block that got away"? In my opinion, there's really no place in the hobby for automotive taxidermy...

And with that, I'll hop off my soap box here...

The old days...

...sure look awesome when looking over old magazines and photos, don’t they? All of the killer cars, shiny paint, classic locations, impeccably dressed people and so-on. It makes it all the more interesting when you either stumble across (or are handed!) an old snapshot that captures real life… an actual hot-rodding moment, frozen on Instamatic or Polaroid paper… In this instance, we have such a subject; one that makes you say "D'oh!"

Yep, it’s harsh reality, there to smack you in the head, as it always seems to. The photo above came to my desk while hunting for source material to fuel my current background project, documenting East Coast customs and hot rods… My father gave me some surviving photos of old cars and car shows, and mixed in was the gem you see above. The car was his personal ride, a ‘57 Chevy 210 that he originally purchased with a six cylinder. The car received a nifty little 283, bored to 301ci, and backed with a 3-speed, 4.11:1’s, and exhaust he described only as “loud”. The car was respectable and quick for the times, running low 13’s. Not too shabby for a kid, and especially for a daily driver.

Anyhow, the moment above captures the aftermath of a floor shift install. Say what? OK, not the IMMEDIATE aftermath… You see, my dad had installed a floor shifter that fine day, and, like so mmany times that I’m sure we can all look back on and say “yup… done that!”, he rushed through to get to work on time (night shift!), and we all know how shifter installs seem to go… Something ALWAYS goes a little haywire. Needless to say, shifting from second to third resulted in, well, nothing.

Youthful thought offered the option to just reach through the ample hole in the floorboard and grab the linkage, when the stars aligned to strengthen the bowtie camp in the infamous Chevy versus Ford battle... and the mighty tri-five Chevy plowed into a ‘63 Fairlane. Certainly ironic.

The car was fixed, using the remains of a t-boned Bel Air hardtop, with the same car supplying the interior for this same car a bit later. The car was sold when my father entered the service, and marked a three year span of ownership in his life. We’ll have to look at the ‘64 Impala and ‘66 Charger that followed at some point, too, all with somewhat better results!

Granted, I’ve done worse myself (and with no shift linkage to blame!), and that’s not the point here… It’s just an interesting look back on a moment frozen in time… one of those images you don’t often see. It’s real life mixing with youth, hot rodding, and all of those experiences we try to teach our own young ‘uns with…

A pun-tastic romp through Trannyland...

I’m browsing a couple weeks ago, and came across this video:



A field FULL of transmissions. Man, it’s a veritable shitload of transmissions. Is this collection still growing? Is this a mounting problem? A planetary disaster waiting to happen?

Perhaps this guy’s just really in synch with his collection... He may have been in the sun too long, a bit unstable, or maybe he blew a gasket, but that’s just my input. Seems to be an almost sealed case after filtering the evidence. But, if his family banded together, mounted an effort, and pumped some energy behind it, perhaps their pressure would result in a clutch situation, and things would run smoothly, almost fluid, if you will. Hopefully they can get this moving before someone passes another regulation.

I mean, what his yard needs is something more than a quick pickup... any dipstick can see that. Unloading that collection would really get his financial wheels in motion, and convert his neighbors to happy campers, versus being so tourqued-off, and switching their pitch to a more pleasant output... before someone throttles him, or chokes him with a length of cable, and winds up in the joint. I know it has me geared up.

I was going to remain neutral about this guy’s crop of transmissions, and not get on his case, but after seeing the video again, and all of those cores parked there, I’m reversing my position. I can’t imagine his neighbors adapting to the situation... they’re probably thinking “Hey Jack, we’re not taking this anymore. We’ve put our cause into overdrive, and calling the housing committee, in the hopes that they'll provide leverage, so don’t get all shifty with us. Property values are slipping! We shudder to think of where they’ll be in a year!”

Foaming at the mouth, they’ll drive him out of the community before things get too low, I’d imagine…. just a matter of pushing his buttons, and getting the county to seal his fate. They’ll have to hire a toploader to get those things over to the rock crusher, and that’ll be a lot of manual labor.

Hey… this stuff won’t happen automatically, you know.

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