Anyone that knows me knows I geek out and get a nerd-boner for vintage racing and LSR stuff, so this was me visiting of of those Mecca-like hot rod places.
Once a month or so I take a big road trip through California. Sometimes I start in LA on a Monday and fly out of San Fran or Reno on Friday and sometimes I start in Sacramento on a Monday and fly out of Orange County or Burbank on a Friday.
This afternoon I had a meeting with a big well servicing company out here. The last time I met their president was at their shop in Signal Hill, CA but today he was at his office, where I'd never been before. As I turned the corner onto Norwalk Blvd I saw it...
Dean Moon's shop...
I contained myself long enough to go sit in this guys office, but the whole time I could hear something rumbling and revving next door, and it sounded fucking MEAN. 45 minutes later: "Jack, it's been great catching up and I'll get out of your hair... I'm gonna head next door and sniff some fumes for a bit."
Here's what I was welcomed to:
Of course being in such a spot I had to buy a shirt (I'll do damn near anything for a t-shirt), and I asked if I could go poke around the rail. "Hell yeah, don't stop there. Feel free to walk around anywhere." So I did.
First the digger. This is an exact replica of the 1961 Dode Martin rail (the original is in the Don Garlits museum), and the replica was also built by Dode Martin.
Need a spare mill, complete with Potvin / Hilborn setup? Gotcha covered.
Once a month or so I take a big road trip through California. Sometimes I start in LA on a Monday and fly out of San Fran or Reno on Friday and sometimes I start in Sacramento on a Monday and fly out of Orange County or Burbank on a Friday.
This afternoon I had a meeting with a big well servicing company out here. The last time I met their president was at their shop in Signal Hill, CA but today he was at his office, where I'd never been before. As I turned the corner onto Norwalk Blvd I saw it...
Dean Moon's shop...
I contained myself long enough to go sit in this guys office, but the whole time I could hear something rumbling and revving next door, and it sounded fucking MEAN. 45 minutes later: "Jack, it's been great catching up and I'll get out of your hair... I'm gonna head next door and sniff some fumes for a bit."
Here's what I was welcomed to:
Of course being in such a spot I had to buy a shirt (I'll do damn near anything for a t-shirt), and I asked if I could go poke around the rail. "Hell yeah, don't stop there. Feel free to walk around anywhere." So I did.
First the digger. This is an exact replica of the 1961 Dode Martin rail (the original is in the Don Garlits museum), and the replica was also built by Dode Martin.
Need a spare mill, complete with Potvin / Hilborn setup? Gotcha covered.
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