These past couple years in San Diego,
I've become a hot rod recluse - only the GNRS this year.
In Ventura you could get away with flathead powered cars.
That 200 miles of LA freeway changes the pace of the drive.
Yeah it's more mental,
we've got AAA premier which gives a free 200 mile tow,
so the safety net is a 200 mile radius of san diego!
Maybe its being content having decently running flathead hot rods.
I'd rather not prep and test them to see what they can do,
than get stuck with a broken car...
That being said,
the Barona Indian Reservation is less than 40 miles from the house,
and really I had no excuse to get my ass in gear.
After a little thought,
I decided to get the boys out to their first camp-over hot rod drag race show,
so instead of Chief we pulled out the forgotten 40.
|1940 ford coupe with 16's|
Last time you saw it I had thrown the mismatched 16-600 whitewalls on it.
This was another "temporary permanent deal as an easy year had already gone by.
|Big and Littles|
1940 ford coupe 15's on front 16's rear
I had "inherited" this set of 15's and had been wanting to test them on the coupe,
see if it helped out the handling at all.
Funny cause they are 600x15's which are really small,
compared to the huge 750LT'x16's out back.
There's almost a 5" heighth difference.
After a couple miles,
I really liked the change.
Wish they were a blackwall though.
So the night before the show,
changed all the oils - rearend, tranny and engine.
It had been a while and really needed it.
Now the kids.
What to do to keep them occupied out there?
|bullhorn bike rack|
So the morning of the show,
whipped out this custom bike rack out of scrap.
Its tough to see but it's the old hinge assembly from the tres huevos 40.
I can't believe JC Whitney didn't offer this as an accessory!
|loaded with stingrays|
The kids couldn't have been happier.
|happy tree kids|
We were ready to go...
|let's get out of here|
So all packed up and ready to go.
We headed out to this crack in the earth.
|road to barona|
the 40 ran well.
It was a little warm and I was pushing it a little,
but it really needed the drive to get the juices flowing.
|view from the road|
Fortunately Jake had the tunes covered
with one of Papa's old transistor radios.
We did have to make a small pit stop,
just for a direction check and water top off.
I wish this picture was more clear.
It had burped something fierce during a thermostat pop,
and the dirty water I had forgotten to empty in the radiator catch shot over the car.
|more views from the road|
That map was deceiving.
The haul up the hill was long,
and it tested my faith in the old 221 cubic inch 59A flathead.
Yes it"s a baby.
Here if you look closely,
you can see why it was important to bring the bikes.
There was a ton of dirt roads for the kids to ride out.
Once there we were hooked up big time with a spot.
My cousin Brandon, Mario & friends like to be in the thick of things.
The bands that night were seriously 40 feet away.
Good thing the bullhorn bike rack was on there to fendoff leaners!
This is the next day, but this was the band setup.
Creepy Creeps a burlesque show, and DEADBOLT rounded up the night.
I'll fill in the blanks between the last shots on the next post...