These guys (Norris Andersen and team) have been coming from Kansas for at least three years. Last time I talked to the Norris in 2010, he had run 205 mph. He later bumped up this speed to 219 mph which is in the record book for AA/MP.
Norris runs a big block Chevy, about 650 cu in.
This year, running 225 mph at 8000 rpm, the rear pinion blew.
Time to load up. I don’t know whether Norris set a new record or not. His best time was 221 mph which bettered his 2010 speed.
Avantis are always a crowd favorite, but this one looks as though it coughed up a critical part that made it go fast (a Micheal Waltrip quote from about ten years ago). Michael also added, “we sure miss that part”.
The E/CPS class designation tells us that this car runs in a Classic Production Supercharged class, for which this car holds the current record at 139.359 mph.
This year would not up the record.
Normally I feature Salt Freaks since there are generally plenty of examples to amaze the senses. But I guess that these wonders split after the weekend.
Oh oh! Catastrophic Port-a-Wall failure is evident.
But not in this case. Can you imagine yourself sitting around some night and thinking-I’ve got this ‘58 Edsel in the garage, what the ef am I going to do with it?
Well, here’s a suggestion. Ding, ding, ding! Yeah!
The parking lot at Bonneville is often more interesting than the racers. When I saw this car, I asked a rando if this was a “33 (Plymouth). He said, NO. It’s a ‘34.
As I was taking shots of the car, he came back to me and said, yes, it’s a ‘33. OK, what’s under the hood. A 5.0 liter Ford. Of course, what else would you stuff into a Chrysler product?
I almost passed up this 1966 Barracuda, but this car is one of my dream Bonneville machines. What if?-well this guy did it.
What we have here is a Barracuda powered by a 170 cu in Slant Six. On the way to a new, incredomundo F/CPRO (Classic Production) record, at over 140 mph, this car blew its engine in a spectacular manner. But the day before it set a new record of 136.59 mph. The former record was 100.571 mph set only last year.
The Seattle owner will be back next year to beat his own record.
The owner of this ‘38 Chevy wasn’t around to question why he was packing up. But the team next door stated that the car had coughed up a lung.
The car was running a Wayne head (Chevy or GMC?, who knows) on an inline six, and has broken 150 mph. Unfortunately his competition, in a ‘37 Chevy, also with a Wayne head, holds the record at over 157 mph. Fast company
Bonneville attracts hot rodders from around the world. This group was from New Zealand. They try to make Speed Week on a yearly basis.
The T-shirts on the crew and graphics on the car were indistinguisable from Beach Boy surfers.
Were it not for the fact that their T-shirts stated “New Zealand” on the back, and that they had a tad bit of an accent, they looked and behaved like all the other competitors. Hey, come on! This is Bonneville, which is a universal language.
GR means that this car runs in the “Gas Roadster” class. The “B” designation indicates that these guys are running against a 232 mph record with an engine sized between 373 and 440 cubic inches.
These guys had run 233 mph on the day before, so they were stout. They had spun earlier in the day, but were once again chasing the record.
OK, what’s the point of running a ‘95 Caprice SS 4dr sedan? Beats the shit outta me.
I can attest, on the basis of having been there, that all four doors are hinged and operating.
The record for C/FALT (306-373 cu in) is 240+ mph. This car shattered the 200 mph barrier. Unfortunately, the record is just north of 240.
But they were on the salt and my Subaru and I were not. (actually, my Subi was parked not too far away, so I was on the salt, and tomorrow I will have to deal with the consequences-the salt is nasty stuff).
This was a very loud car. I wish that I could be more specific, but after consulting my brand new SCTA record book, I can’t determine what class “RMR” is. But the “XFG” prefix probably indicates that it has a flathead Ford of some type.
I will let the Commentariat tell me what year this Plymouth is. Probably pre ‘32.
Bonneville brings out some interesting cars.
Ostensibly what we have here is a Watson roadster driven by Rodger Ward, who won the Indy 500 in 1959 and 1962.
A couple of interesting things. Maybe only one.
I don’t think cast magnesium wheels are allowed on the salt. Magnesium tends to be extremely brittle and has a distressing tendency of returning to whence it came, which is the sea.
If the “Halibrands” on this car look suspect, it’s because they are. They are printed images and probably just glued onto aluminum discs.
But the thing did have an Offy. As the driver waited to be given the green flag (really, just gesture from the starter to “get the hell out of Dodge”), which seemed to be an eternity, the driver blipped the throttle for 15 minutes or more. Great “bark”, a quite unmistakable sound.
A very nice gentleman, who turned out to be a hot rod builder from Portland, OR, offered me a seat in his shaded enclave. We began to talk.
He asked me what I knew about this car, and I responded that if it were indeed a Rodger Ward car, it was quite valuable. But Watson built a ton of cars that competed from the ‘50s into the ‘60s at Indy. This may have been a “tribute car”. My guess is that the actual Rodger Ward Watson cars are in the Indy 500 museum.
At 170 mph the car spun out.
But while my guest and I were waiting for this Watson to launch, we struck up a dialog. As I mentioned, he was from Portland and a hot rod builder. He specializes in ‘30s Fords with early ‘50s Cad or Olds motors. I asked him if he had read “TV Tommy Ivo”, the semi-autobiographic book by Ivo and Tom Cotter, and he said that he had not. For those of you that are fans of Buick nailhead V8s, this is a must read.
What do we call this phenomena? The “CC effect” of something like that.
Well, here is “that”, a Henry J in yellow.
I know that JPC rolfs at any color approaching interesting, but this was a mellow yellow..
It even had a trunk!
And it was from a foreign nation! The great White North!
As I was shooting this the owner approached me while stating “no photos, no photos!” I told him to buzz off.
The owner, Bert Straiton from Abbotsford, BC, was the mastermind of cramming a Ford SHO V6 into this thing in a way not originally intended by Mr. Kaiser.
The amount of modification is mind boggling, but Bert and his buddies drive this thing from BC to the Salt every year. The interior looks as though it were straight out of an SHO.
OK, here we have an interesting study in contrasts. An MB 300 TD and a 1957 English Ford Escort (more on that later).
The 300 TD belongs to Dave Britton, the hot rod builder from Portland. It only has 87,000 miles on the clock.
This is the 1957 English Ford Escort that I showed last year. The crap on the roof are the spare tires. Aside from the front passenger seat, there is virtually no storage room inside the car.
The car is owned by Tommy Gregory, and by all outward appearances, he is a sane human being. But Tommy drives this thing from Fernandina Beach, Florida, to the Salt every year.
It has an SBC with 3-2s. The front license plate holder states “Will do wheelies for beer”.
Uh. I don’t know. I like driving cool cars, but at my age, the 120 miles from Salt Lake to the salt flats bores the shit out of me, and I’ve got AC, cruise, and that ilove radio crap. Can you imagine driving this thing for half a continent, or maybe more, with only an SBC to keep you entertained?
Where the ef is Fernandina Beach? Somewhere in Cuba?