So, without further ado, and as captured through the lens of former Division 1 Photographer Fred von Sholly, here we go …
#Color me gone funny car full#
Throughout this column, you'll find a ton of hyperlinks back to more full columns on some of the racers mentioned here for your further reading enjoyment. For a fond look back at that not-always-glamorous lifestyle, check out this column I did several years ago that captured the scene from the eyes of its heroes, including our dearly departed friend Tom “the Mongoose” McEwen, who painted this picture for me: “You’re up all night heading 18 hours to the next race, and it’s 3:30 in the morning, and you’re tired and greasy and hungry, and you’d see the glow over the next hill, and you’re just praying it’s a Waffle House open 24 hours.”
Last week’s roundup of East Coast Funny Car heroes of the early 1970s stampeding across their home turf included a promise to showcase the out-of-town competition, too, the Midwest, Down South, and West Coast racers who were always eager - and, often, well incentivized - to roll on down the highway to play The Bad Guy against the home troops.įor a lot of these teams, when they left home - whether that be Illinois, Texas, or California - they were like a pack of wandering gypsies, traipsing around the country with their ramp trucks heading for the next paycheck, whether that be two hours or two days down the road.
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