Offerings to the Gods of Speed…

I’d been behind the wheel of the race car plenty of times. Even on the hallowed ground of the Bonneville Salt Flats. The number of those times behind the wheel while the engine was running? Exactly zero…  Today was my day and I… well, I was shittin’ bricks… this was a fresh motor and it’s not like we showed up at the dyno to run our mouth.
As the car was strapped down, and I cannot explain what made me do this, but I wandered over to the corner about 25 feet from the car, snatched the fire bottle off the wall, placing it a few steps between the car and the guy running the rollers for us. You can bet the farm that I made some sarcastic remark about not needing that funky yellow powder all over the place….
Quickly I leaned that “driving” this thing wasn’t quite as frightening as I’d “hoped”. It was exhilarating to squeeze into the throttle and toss the seemingly miles long shifter around. I just didn’t want to hurt the car or look like an idiot. Or look like an idiot by hurting the car. Or hurt the car by being an idiot…

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Push starts….

We are 100% open for business… and we’re pretty close to “going public” and blowing the doors right off this thing. I’ve asked a few great guys to contribute and they even agreed! Please get signed up and have a look around, if you have any problems with the registration email please send me a direct message at churchofspeedweb@gmail.com and I’ll get you fixed right up. Thanks again to everyone for their encouragement and support as we get this up and running, I appreciate your patience as I can only work on this after normal shop hours and on the weekend. Be on the lookout for more original content from myself and some of your favorite (infamous) contributors from around the world.

Thanks,

Nick

 

Like that first drive around the block, sitting on a milkcrate…

It’s been an exciting weekend here at the homestead…. I’ve talked a long time about having “our” own website and forum. No more getting banned. No more picture reporting dinguses. No more politics….

More hot rods. More hot women. While there will surely be some bugs to work out let’s have a run at it and see what happens. My goals are to feature original content on this page and we can still share the “stolen” pics in the forum and the social media pages as well.  The best part is that it’s our page and we make the rules and maintain the rights to our content.

Click the register button down below and the Discussion button in the menu above to get started.

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The rewards of a Taco Bell based diet….

My first trip to Bonneville was Speed Week 2013. That summer we lived at the shop. Eight to five was normal shop hours and from five until we were ready to pass out on the concrete, was hot rod time. As my wife tells it, I would come home for a shower, sleep a few hours and head back to work… I don’t think I ate at home for weeks. I lived on Taco Bell and Mountain Dew.
We slept alongside the so-called Extra-terrestrial Highway after deciding to call it a day having put in nearly 24 hours. I’ve never been to a place so silent that even the constant ringing in my ears was quiet. Later that morning we made a good impression on one of the SCTA officials as we blasted past them at nearly 100mph with the racecar trailing behind.
Pulling onto the Salt and driving up to the technical inspection area was surreal. It was late in the day, the shadows were long and the Salt began to take on a blueish tint as opposed to it’s typical blinding white. I was greeted by Judy the Bag Lady and invited down from the cab for my first steps on the legendary surface and a welcoming hug. I’m not too proud to tell anyone that these few minutes brought tears to my eyes…. after all the hard work, the long hours, the shitty fast food… here I was, on the Bonneville Salt Flats standing there like an idiot, blocking the line through tech with a car not quite ready and not a clue or care in the world. We had made it.

 

….to be continued

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