Carl Carpenter Memorial
race at Thunder Mountain.
This was a special event for us,
not only is this the one time
per year that we actually get to
test our old metal versus the
new measuring sticks, but also
the MVSCC was honoring our
first club president - Carl
Carpenter. This all co-incided
with a visit from Buzzie
Reutimann to boot so it had all
the makings of a great night
from the start.
This race was important to us
personally, we wanted to do
well - not only because it's one
of the few, if not the only time
we'll race this season, but also
because we still want to
measure just how far behind
we've fallen. And it was being
held in memory of Carl. My
father and I are the only ones
who still are attempting to race
the flathead engines, there
were but two 250 6 cylinders
in attendance and one GMC -
the 6's had Clifford intakes
and the GMC has got us on
cubes as well as OHV. The rest
of the cars sported OHV V8's -
not that we had to run against
all of them, but enough to get
a taste of the level of
competition. So, as the last
bastion of the former rules and
philosophy of the original club
- we wanted to do well.
Especially on Carl Carpenter
night. Dad took an engine we
bought last fall with the
Shirley #99 - Woo Woo - as
Paul Shirley called it, and
went to work with it. The
engine was raced at Watertown
by Allen Shirley from approx.
1954 to 1958, it had a nice
port, polish and relief, filled
cast heads and a
Harmon-Collins camshaft,
good stuff. It also had a crack
in one valve seat that had been
welded.... Dad tinkered, tore it
down, found a few mismatches
which we discussed, got it
balanced and then cleaned it
up and put it back together.
Yep. Same old bearings, rings,
valve springs (he added a
shim..) - he 'honed' it and
crossed his fingers. The heads
never sealed and were
eventually replaced with some
Weiand Sportsman heads
which turned that trick. I
helped him time it one day
and it sounded pretty decent
with the small 4 barrel on it,
but of course he wanted to try
it so down it came to CRAP
Speedway one Sunday. It was
a nice hot day, naturally, and
after some flea marketing, a
nice picnic bar-b-que and
plenty of jawing we went to
take the 43A off the trailer to
try it out. I had tried the B29
by this time and was satisfied
it hadn't lost anything in
storage since last year,
although I needed some better
rubber. The 43A was feeling a
bit cantankerous however,
each attempt of the starter
resulted in a "CLICK!" Change
solenoid - "CLICK!" Clean all
terminals "CLICK!" Pull the
@#@$%&* starter and clean
that "CLICK!" This is
maddening, try another
solenoid "CLICK!" That's it!
We're sweating our collective
tails off now, my mother and
girlfriend are watching and
there are a few young ears
around as well - so the
swearing was mostly under
our breath.... mostly... And
Dad is ready to quit and go
home. Never say die - I go get
the tractor and push him off,
we're at least going to get it
running if nothing else... I
bump him and it's off, why
didn't I do that an hour
ago?!?!?!?! OK, let's see how it
runs... he's off and once it's
warmed up he hits it, and
promptly puts it in the
weeds... Go get the tractor...
"What happened?" "A rabbit
ran out in front of me just as I
needed to be turning left.."
Briar Rabbit lives another
day.. The car ran decent, but
got hot - quick. N/G - he left it
at my place to sort out.
Sooooooo - for the next three
days, with no young ears
around to abate my impressive
vocabulary (I was in the Navy
afterall..) I worked, sweated
and swore at that car.
Carburetors, manifolds,
pumps, radiators, chasing
parts and wrenching - I finally
went back to the injectors and
revised the plumbing. My first
attempt it went through 3
gallons of methanol in about 2
1/2 minutes.... at least the
cooling problem is fixed??
Change pillbox, clean the
return lines and bypass -
BOOM! Oh yeah, reset timing.
I took it for a spin and called
Dad, "Have you got another
engine to run?" "Why, did you
blow it?" It was tempting... "No,
but I think I want this one..."
He came down and picked it
up the following week and I
went to task mounting rubber
- a fun job in the sun by hand.
Not so bad if the tires want to
co-operate, these did not. And
so after a nice long thrash to
get up to speed, it's race day
and Ed Moyzan meets me in
Campville to head to Thunder
Mountain. Beautiful day, cool
by this summers' standards
and there is a great turnout of
cars. Sonny Stickles and Willie
Wightman have brought Dad's
43 - Sonny took our old trailer
and fixed it up so he could
haul the car around this fall -
perfect! Ed and his buddy Bob
Razor have brought the
Tasnady 44 for the show and
both head up behind the
grandstand. MVSCC President
Frank Blanchard is pleased at
the turnout and they just keep
coming in, 25 total by the time
we're getting ready for
warmups. I get to meet Weyant
again, the beautiful St.
Bernard, what a nice dog..
Stacy Hilimire comes over and
gives us a hug, good to see her
again and Jim is as friendly as
ever too, gonna be a good
night.
Head over to look at the track
and there's Buzzie,
unmistakeable, he looks
nearly the same as 25 years
ago.. I grab my helmet and
program and ask him to sign.
He obliges with a smile,
handshake and pleasant
conversation as we look over
the track "Looks like the
bottom is the place to be, I
don't think there's going to be
any cushion tonight." He's
right of course. Last year we
were lucky and the track came
up heavy and tacky, just the
way I like it. No such luck
tonight.
Warmups are just enough to
let us know the track is
smooth, and that we're pretty
quick. Dad's engine is acting
up again - I brought extra oil
and he brought some Blaster
Trans Valve Fix - that stuff is
good... it's blowing what looks
like water out of #1 and oil out
of #4 - the rings are not seated
still. Rev it up and keep it
running as I pour the gunk
down each tube... We clear the
mosquitos out and guys are
looking at us like we're nuts
"Just breaking her in!" As it
runs, it clears a little - going to
be fine.... We draw low
numbers and end up on the
inside and outside pole for the
heat - a fluke. Last time that
happened was at Fonda in
1985 and we both took off on
the yellow....The club has
classified us in different
classes however so we aren't
going to have to race each
other for the win...Dad is a
limited sportsman and I'm a
sportsman - I doubt that'll
happen again. So, we scheme..
Dad wants to leave the pole
open for Carl Carpenter -
sounds good to me and I agree
I won't hit the throttle until
he's past me - fair is fair.
Shoulda told the guy behind
me... We line up and hit the
track, it's still smooth but
pretty slick. I'm trying some
new right side rubber so we'll
see how that works out,
there's the green and Dad hits
it - so does the guy behind me
KERWHAM! The B29 passes
the bumper test - Dad is off to
a good start, the B29 is
running good too and the tires
are better than in warmups
but man, is it just me getting
old or is this steering a little
stiff? I try the track high and
low, it's sticking pretty good
but I'm losing ground in the
corners, heading into three on
lap 2 I dive down and
KERWHAM again. Now
generally, when I see someone
ahead of me and he changes
lanes, I give him room, hit my
binders and stay off him. I
know he can't see me. I'm not
offered the same courtesy this
time and I've got my hands full
keeping it off the inside tire
and then the 4th turn wall.
Dad is gone at this point, I've
effectively run interference for
him, but I wasn't going to
catch him anyway with the
steering balking.. I save
second but on the backstretch
I feel the tire going out from
under me. The flagger
confirms my condition and it's
back to the pits for some new
rubber. Dad wins the heat
easily but we both started up
front, the real test will be from
the rear in the feature.
All right, change tires again.
One guy comes up to apologize
but we come to the conclusion
he didn't hit me... the fellow
that did offers no apologies,
guess that one's my fault. I'm
supposed to get out of the
way? Hmmm. Fill up with fuel,
Dad's engine needs some oil
but it's clearing up, the rings
are finally seating in and he's
pleased with the performance.
The hours of work are paying
off, who'd beleive an engine
from 1958 was going to run
that well? The Modifeds are
running their feature 4th in
the lineup, our feature is last
due to the fact that Thunder
Mountain announcer Jim
Chase wants a chance to run
with us as well. Bad luck for
the 2K though as his engine
has seized, he thinks it's a
crank and he's scratched. We
decide to go take in the show
and sit with Myrtle and Mike
Carpenter, they're pleased
with the night and that's what
it's all about. The MVSCC
Modifieds run a nice clean
show, Jim Hilimire chases
Paul Applbee the entire race
but can't find enough traction
to make the pass. The only
non-tube car in the field, Mike
Cole - has inserted a 302
Chevy and does well for the
first half of the race, but
eventually gets overtaken. I
wanted to see how he'd do, it's
obvious that the technolgy of
the later cars is superior. All in
all, a good clean race.
Buzzie tries a sportsman
modifed and we watch for the
first couple of restarts but
we've got to get lined up
oursleves so off to the pits.
We're starting back aways but
a few decide not to pull up into
their spots which gives me 8th
starting position. At the green
Howdy Witter leads from the
pole with his 302 GMC, Norm
Richardson is all over him and
in a few laps so are Dad and I.
This is a dogfight, the 4 of us
could have a blanket on us,
Dad picks 'em off first and
takes the lead out of 4 on the
5th lap. I'm still 4th and my
steering is getting worse, the
tires are perfect though and I
can hear them squealling in
the corners, if I can only turn
this thing...
OK, pick off Norm out of turn
two, then Howdy down the
backstretch of the next lap.
Dad is gone, nearly a full
straight when I get to 2nd but
AHA! there's a caution for a
spin. Just what I needed.. Lay
back, don't let him know
you're there... pull up in three
when the yellow goes out and
there's the green GUN IT! I
pull high in one and two and
get beside the 43A, down the
backstretch it's close but I've
got him... I clear him on the
front chute and pull into one,
now to make this thing
WIIIDDDEEE... I touch the
brake to help me hold it on
the bottom and KERWHAM!
Brother! My bumper is doing
extra duty tonight. And do I
have my hands full AGAAIIN.
Right sideways, full right lock
power on, bring her back and
now right full lock again and
floor it to keep off the wall.. "I
was watching you to make
sure you'd stay off the wall"
my father later related. "Yeah,
I noticed you hadn't lifted..."
Oh well, I saved second again
and this time the tire stayed
up. Dad is gone, I mount a
feeble attempt to catch him
but he's runnig too good and
outhandling me, with three to
go my arms are unconscious -
I've got to replace that pump or
get rid of the power steering,
manual would be easier than
this. Dad takes the checkers
for his frst win in literally
years, with an engine that
hadn't seen the track in over
50 years.. He earned it.
Afterward he related, "I don't
usually drive that hard, but I
wanted to win this one for
Carl." I know how he felt, I was
hoping for a one-two scenario
myself - with the draw we had
and that way his engine was
acting after warmups, not to
mention the competition's
equipment - it didn't look very
likely. So from our perspective,
it couldn't have worked out
better but I'll say this - he
earned it. He was just flat
faster than anyone else and I'll
give him a pass on the
clobbering in turn one - I did
hit my binders and he's not
used to those injectors
working that well. They turn
on NOW! The beauty of it for
me though was that I wasn't in
his class and as such won my
class - so we both got nice
plaques to remember Carl
Carpenter night - couldn't
have been better. Myrtle was
pleased, especially that Dad
had won. Our club gave her a
couple of T-shirts and the
MVSCC presented her with a
nice plaque. She told me
afterward that she wanted to
thank both clubs for putting
on a great show in honor of
Carl - and we want to thank
the MVSCC for having us as
part of it as well.
OK, load 'em up and off to
Whitney Point. Dad buys my
off with an ice cream - I tell
him I'm still considering a
protest... but I'm kiddding??
Sonny Stickles, Willie
Wightman, Ed Moyzan and
Bob Razor all had good nights,
Sonney and Willie are all
revved up for the Otsego
County Fair - they're going to
drive the Monster and S33 in
the parade on Tuesday night-
perfect. We'll make sure the
S33 has enough gas this year
for Willie. Looking forward to
it. On Sunday John Mason
reports to us that they had a
good time at Penn Can for the
Legends night there. He and
Mike Newell took the Akulis
#40 and the Donahue Tc9 to
the show, the Northeast
Vintage Dirt Modified club was
on hand and Lynn HIghhouse
was the runaway winner in the
feature. I talked with Bruce
Stevens, Stubs son and he
related that all had a great
time so it all worked out. Wish
we could have been there too,
need to get that cloning
project going again..
The past month has seen our
club members at several
different shows, Alan Weaver (I
beleive) was at Oswego, Jon
Button made the Syracuse
Nationals, Mason, Newell, and
Sonny Stickles made the
Brookfield EMRC Reunion
co-rodinated by Jon Button
and I made it to the Cars in
the Park show at Hickories
park in Owego. Great times for
all. Next up is the Otsego
County Fair display handled
by John Mason and Mike
Newell, with the parade set for
Tuesday night. I also have
received word from Jim Chase
that the Central New York Hall
of Fame event is set for
September 12th - a Sunday
from 10 am to 4 pm - more
info to follow. Stay cool, see
you at the shows.
race at Thunder Mountain.
This was a special event for us,
not only is this the one time
per year that we actually get to
test our old metal versus the
new measuring sticks, but also
the MVSCC was honoring our
first club president - Carl
Carpenter. This all co-incided
with a visit from Buzzie
Reutimann to boot so it had all
the makings of a great night
from the start.
This race was important to us
personally, we wanted to do
well - not only because it's one
of the few, if not the only time
we'll race this season, but also
because we still want to
measure just how far behind
we've fallen. And it was being
held in memory of Carl. My
father and I are the only ones
who still are attempting to race
the flathead engines, there
were but two 250 6 cylinders
in attendance and one GMC -
the 6's had Clifford intakes
and the GMC has got us on
cubes as well as OHV. The rest
of the cars sported OHV V8's -
not that we had to run against
all of them, but enough to get
a taste of the level of
competition. So, as the last
bastion of the former rules and
philosophy of the original club
- we wanted to do well.
Especially on Carl Carpenter
night. Dad took an engine we
bought last fall with the
Shirley #99 - Woo Woo - as
Paul Shirley called it, and
went to work with it. The
engine was raced at Watertown
by Allen Shirley from approx.
1954 to 1958, it had a nice
port, polish and relief, filled
cast heads and a
Harmon-Collins camshaft,
good stuff. It also had a crack
in one valve seat that had been
welded.... Dad tinkered, tore it
down, found a few mismatches
which we discussed, got it
balanced and then cleaned it
up and put it back together.
Yep. Same old bearings, rings,
valve springs (he added a
shim..) - he 'honed' it and
crossed his fingers. The heads
never sealed and were
eventually replaced with some
Weiand Sportsman heads
which turned that trick. I
helped him time it one day
and it sounded pretty decent
with the small 4 barrel on it,
but of course he wanted to try
it so down it came to CRAP
Speedway one Sunday. It was
a nice hot day, naturally, and
after some flea marketing, a
nice picnic bar-b-que and
plenty of jawing we went to
take the 43A off the trailer to
try it out. I had tried the B29
by this time and was satisfied
it hadn't lost anything in
storage since last year,
although I needed some better
rubber. The 43A was feeling a
bit cantankerous however,
each attempt of the starter
resulted in a "CLICK!" Change
solenoid - "CLICK!" Clean all
terminals "CLICK!" Pull the
@#@$%&* starter and clean
that "CLICK!" This is
maddening, try another
solenoid "CLICK!" That's it!
We're sweating our collective
tails off now, my mother and
girlfriend are watching and
there are a few young ears
around as well - so the
swearing was mostly under
our breath.... mostly... And
Dad is ready to quit and go
home. Never say die - I go get
the tractor and push him off,
we're at least going to get it
running if nothing else... I
bump him and it's off, why
didn't I do that an hour
ago?!?!?!?! OK, let's see how it
runs... he's off and once it's
warmed up he hits it, and
promptly puts it in the
weeds... Go get the tractor...
"What happened?" "A rabbit
ran out in front of me just as I
needed to be turning left.."
Briar Rabbit lives another
day.. The car ran decent, but
got hot - quick. N/G - he left it
at my place to sort out.
Sooooooo - for the next three
days, with no young ears
around to abate my impressive
vocabulary (I was in the Navy
afterall..) I worked, sweated
and swore at that car.
Carburetors, manifolds,
pumps, radiators, chasing
parts and wrenching - I finally
went back to the injectors and
revised the plumbing. My first
attempt it went through 3
gallons of methanol in about 2
1/2 minutes.... at least the
cooling problem is fixed??
Change pillbox, clean the
return lines and bypass -
BOOM! Oh yeah, reset timing.
I took it for a spin and called
Dad, "Have you got another
engine to run?" "Why, did you
blow it?" It was tempting... "No,
but I think I want this one..."
He came down and picked it
up the following week and I
went to task mounting rubber
- a fun job in the sun by hand.
Not so bad if the tires want to
co-operate, these did not. And
so after a nice long thrash to
get up to speed, it's race day
and Ed Moyzan meets me in
Campville to head to Thunder
Mountain. Beautiful day, cool
by this summers' standards
and there is a great turnout of
cars. Sonny Stickles and Willie
Wightman have brought Dad's
43 - Sonny took our old trailer
and fixed it up so he could
haul the car around this fall -
perfect! Ed and his buddy Bob
Razor have brought the
Tasnady 44 for the show and
both head up behind the
grandstand. MVSCC President
Frank Blanchard is pleased at
the turnout and they just keep
coming in, 25 total by the time
we're getting ready for
warmups. I get to meet Weyant
again, the beautiful St.
Bernard, what a nice dog..
Stacy Hilimire comes over and
gives us a hug, good to see her
again and Jim is as friendly as
ever too, gonna be a good
night.
Head over to look at the track
and there's Buzzie,
unmistakeable, he looks
nearly the same as 25 years
ago.. I grab my helmet and
program and ask him to sign.
He obliges with a smile,
handshake and pleasant
conversation as we look over
the track "Looks like the
bottom is the place to be, I
don't think there's going to be
any cushion tonight." He's
right of course. Last year we
were lucky and the track came
up heavy and tacky, just the
way I like it. No such luck
tonight.
Warmups are just enough to
let us know the track is
smooth, and that we're pretty
quick. Dad's engine is acting
up again - I brought extra oil
and he brought some Blaster
Trans Valve Fix - that stuff is
good... it's blowing what looks
like water out of #1 and oil out
of #4 - the rings are not seated
still. Rev it up and keep it
running as I pour the gunk
down each tube... We clear the
mosquitos out and guys are
looking at us like we're nuts
"Just breaking her in!" As it
runs, it clears a little - going to
be fine.... We draw low
numbers and end up on the
inside and outside pole for the
heat - a fluke. Last time that
happened was at Fonda in
1985 and we both took off on
the yellow....The club has
classified us in different
classes however so we aren't
going to have to race each
other for the win...Dad is a
limited sportsman and I'm a
sportsman - I doubt that'll
happen again. So, we scheme..
Dad wants to leave the pole
open for Carl Carpenter -
sounds good to me and I agree
I won't hit the throttle until
he's past me - fair is fair.
Shoulda told the guy behind
me... We line up and hit the
track, it's still smooth but
pretty slick. I'm trying some
new right side rubber so we'll
see how that works out,
there's the green and Dad hits
it - so does the guy behind me
KERWHAM! The B29 passes
the bumper test - Dad is off to
a good start, the B29 is
running good too and the tires
are better than in warmups
but man, is it just me getting
old or is this steering a little
stiff? I try the track high and
low, it's sticking pretty good
but I'm losing ground in the
corners, heading into three on
lap 2 I dive down and
KERWHAM again. Now
generally, when I see someone
ahead of me and he changes
lanes, I give him room, hit my
binders and stay off him. I
know he can't see me. I'm not
offered the same courtesy this
time and I've got my hands full
keeping it off the inside tire
and then the 4th turn wall.
Dad is gone at this point, I've
effectively run interference for
him, but I wasn't going to
catch him anyway with the
steering balking.. I save
second but on the backstretch
I feel the tire going out from
under me. The flagger
confirms my condition and it's
back to the pits for some new
rubber. Dad wins the heat
easily but we both started up
front, the real test will be from
the rear in the feature.
All right, change tires again.
One guy comes up to apologize
but we come to the conclusion
he didn't hit me... the fellow
that did offers no apologies,
guess that one's my fault. I'm
supposed to get out of the
way? Hmmm. Fill up with fuel,
Dad's engine needs some oil
but it's clearing up, the rings
are finally seating in and he's
pleased with the performance.
The hours of work are paying
off, who'd beleive an engine
from 1958 was going to run
that well? The Modifeds are
running their feature 4th in
the lineup, our feature is last
due to the fact that Thunder
Mountain announcer Jim
Chase wants a chance to run
with us as well. Bad luck for
the 2K though as his engine
has seized, he thinks it's a
crank and he's scratched. We
decide to go take in the show
and sit with Myrtle and Mike
Carpenter, they're pleased
with the night and that's what
it's all about. The MVSCC
Modifieds run a nice clean
show, Jim Hilimire chases
Paul Applbee the entire race
but can't find enough traction
to make the pass. The only
non-tube car in the field, Mike
Cole - has inserted a 302
Chevy and does well for the
first half of the race, but
eventually gets overtaken. I
wanted to see how he'd do, it's
obvious that the technolgy of
the later cars is superior. All in
all, a good clean race.
Buzzie tries a sportsman
modifed and we watch for the
first couple of restarts but
we've got to get lined up
oursleves so off to the pits.
We're starting back aways but
a few decide not to pull up into
their spots which gives me 8th
starting position. At the green
Howdy Witter leads from the
pole with his 302 GMC, Norm
Richardson is all over him and
in a few laps so are Dad and I.
This is a dogfight, the 4 of us
could have a blanket on us,
Dad picks 'em off first and
takes the lead out of 4 on the
5th lap. I'm still 4th and my
steering is getting worse, the
tires are perfect though and I
can hear them squealling in
the corners, if I can only turn
this thing...
OK, pick off Norm out of turn
two, then Howdy down the
backstretch of the next lap.
Dad is gone, nearly a full
straight when I get to 2nd but
AHA! there's a caution for a
spin. Just what I needed.. Lay
back, don't let him know
you're there... pull up in three
when the yellow goes out and
there's the green GUN IT! I
pull high in one and two and
get beside the 43A, down the
backstretch it's close but I've
got him... I clear him on the
front chute and pull into one,
now to make this thing
WIIIDDDEEE... I touch the
brake to help me hold it on
the bottom and KERWHAM!
Brother! My bumper is doing
extra duty tonight. And do I
have my hands full AGAAIIN.
Right sideways, full right lock
power on, bring her back and
now right full lock again and
floor it to keep off the wall.. "I
was watching you to make
sure you'd stay off the wall"
my father later related. "Yeah,
I noticed you hadn't lifted..."
Oh well, I saved second again
and this time the tire stayed
up. Dad is gone, I mount a
feeble attempt to catch him
but he's runnig too good and
outhandling me, with three to
go my arms are unconscious -
I've got to replace that pump or
get rid of the power steering,
manual would be easier than
this. Dad takes the checkers
for his frst win in literally
years, with an engine that
hadn't seen the track in over
50 years.. He earned it.
Afterward he related, "I don't
usually drive that hard, but I
wanted to win this one for
Carl." I know how he felt, I was
hoping for a one-two scenario
myself - with the draw we had
and that way his engine was
acting after warmups, not to
mention the competition's
equipment - it didn't look very
likely. So from our perspective,
it couldn't have worked out
better but I'll say this - he
earned it. He was just flat
faster than anyone else and I'll
give him a pass on the
clobbering in turn one - I did
hit my binders and he's not
used to those injectors
working that well. They turn
on NOW! The beauty of it for
me though was that I wasn't in
his class and as such won my
class - so we both got nice
plaques to remember Carl
Carpenter night - couldn't
have been better. Myrtle was
pleased, especially that Dad
had won. Our club gave her a
couple of T-shirts and the
MVSCC presented her with a
nice plaque. She told me
afterward that she wanted to
thank both clubs for putting
on a great show in honor of
Carl - and we want to thank
the MVSCC for having us as
part of it as well.
OK, load 'em up and off to
Whitney Point. Dad buys my
off with an ice cream - I tell
him I'm still considering a
protest... but I'm kiddding??
Sonny Stickles, Willie
Wightman, Ed Moyzan and
Bob Razor all had good nights,
Sonney and Willie are all
revved up for the Otsego
County Fair - they're going to
drive the Monster and S33 in
the parade on Tuesday night-
perfect. We'll make sure the
S33 has enough gas this year
for Willie. Looking forward to
it. On Sunday John Mason
reports to us that they had a
good time at Penn Can for the
Legends night there. He and
Mike Newell took the Akulis
#40 and the Donahue Tc9 to
the show, the Northeast
Vintage Dirt Modified club was
on hand and Lynn HIghhouse
was the runaway winner in the
feature. I talked with Bruce
Stevens, Stubs son and he
related that all had a great
time so it all worked out. Wish
we could have been there too,
need to get that cloning
project going again..
The past month has seen our
club members at several
different shows, Alan Weaver (I
beleive) was at Oswego, Jon
Button made the Syracuse
Nationals, Mason, Newell, and
Sonny Stickles made the
Brookfield EMRC Reunion
co-rodinated by Jon Button
and I made it to the Cars in
the Park show at Hickories
park in Owego. Great times for
all. Next up is the Otsego
County Fair display handled
by John Mason and Mike
Newell, with the parade set for
Tuesday night. I also have
received word from Jim Chase
that the Central New York Hall
of Fame event is set for
September 12th - a Sunday
from 10 am to 4 pm - more
info to follow. Stay cool, see
you at the shows.
Owego "Cars in the Park"
