Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day 2009


Editor's Note: With today being Memorial Day...I thought it would be appropriate to repost this piece I wrote last year.

By Allen Bacon, Editor, The Daily Bosco

In Fullerton, California baseball is king. But in 1942 with war breaking out in Europe and our democracy being challenged, even baseball took a back seat in Fullerton to the war.

Almost forgotten that year in the events of the day, was the fact that Fullerton High School was busy working on another baseball championship and on the field was probably the best team ever assembled in Fullerton baseball history. And that's saying a lot for a town that has produced the likes of hall of famers Walter Johnson, Arky Vaughan, Gary Carter, Willard Herhberger and a guy that should be in the hall of fame...Del Crandall.

During the backdrop of the war, the boys of Fullerton rolled on to a League championship and then were taking out opponents right and left in the post season. Anchored by a tall, lanky righthander Vaughan Jones and his battery mate Kenny Sullivan the team was virtually unstoppable. Except this story takes an unexpected turn.

In 1942 two things were happening. Number one, most of the interest was going toward the war effort and not on high school sports. In the CIF (California Intersholastic Federation) that year it was not like today with multiple divisions based on high school size, etc. There was only a major winner which was San Diego that year and a minor winner which was Fullerton. Fullerton was supposed to play San Diego that year to determine on the field which was the better team. That game never happened.

That's because all the Senior boys and the popular coach of Fullerton High all went down before the season ended and enlisted in the military to serve their country. Most of those boys were in the battlefields by Summer. Most of the boys never got back home. Vaughan Jones the righthander was one of the 1942 Championship team that was killed in action that year.

Ken Sullivan, story was somewhat of a tragedy too. When you consider the fact that he was ticketed for the major leagues and could have added his name to the Hall of Famers from Fullerton. Ken took shrapnel to his leg and could barely walk. His baseball career was over. He was decorated for his service in World War II. He was a war hero.

Ken would go on to mentor the great Del Crandall as a catcher.

I met Ken six years ago while I was organizing the annual Fullerton High School Baseball Alumni Game and Reunion. He was not bitter about his life. He couldn't be...he had a great family, great friends, a wonderful career, but one thing he told me was not setting well with him all these years. The CIF never recognized the 1942 team as CIF champions. The official winner that year for baseball was San Diego. I tried to get the school to at least have a banner up with the other CIF Champions for the 1942 baseball team. They wouldn't do it.

Ken died recently. It's strange how life is sometimes. I have started a community newspaper in Fullerton and one of the first stories I wanted to do was on Ken and the 1942 FUHS baseball team. I was going to make a phone call to interview Ken but before I made that call I decided to do some preliminary background research on the team and the year 1942. That's when I ran across Ken's obituary.

A good friend of Ken's, Tom Gregory, picked up the ball and ran with the CIF recoginition. Fortunately, with Tom's hard work, last year CIF, reversed their ruling and officially made Fullerton High 1942 baseball team CIF champions.

But because they were war heroes and great men, they were always our champions.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

How The Boys of Spring Became Men



Editor's Note: With today being Memorial Day, I found it appropriate to replay this

By Allen Bacon, The Daily Bosco   

In Fullerton, California baseball is king. But in 1942 with war breaking out in Europe and our democracy being challenged, even baseball took a back seat in Fullerton to the war.

Almost forgotten that year in the events of the day, was the fact that Fullerton High School was busy working on another baseball championship and on the field was probably the best team ever assembled in Fullerton baseball history. And that's saying a lot for a town that has produced the likes of hall of famers Walter Johnson, Arky Vaughan, Gary Carter, and a guy that should be in the hall of fame...Del Crandall.

During the backdrop of the war, the boys of Fullerton rolled on to a League championship and then were taking out opponents right and left in the post season. Anchored by a tall, lanky righthander Vaughan Jones and his battery mate Kenny Sullivan the team was virtually unstoppable. Except this story takes an unexpected turn.

In 1942 two things were happening. Number one, most of the interest was going toward the war effort and not on high school sports. In the CIF (California Interscholastic Federation) that year it was not like today with multiple divisions based on high school size, etc. There was only a major winner which was San Diego that year and a minor winner which was Fullerton. Fullerton was supposed to play San Diego that year to determine on the field which was the better team. That game never happened.

That's because all the Senior boys and the popular coach of Fullerton High all went down before the season ended and enlisted in the military to serve their country. Most of those boys were in the battlefields by Summer. Most of the boys never got back home. Vaughan Jones the righthander was one of the 1942 Championship team that was killed in action that year.

Ken Sullivan, story was somewhat of a tragedy too. When you consider the fact that he was ticketed for the major leagues and could have added his name to the Hall of Famers from Fullerton. Ken took shrapnel to his leg and could barely walk. His baseball career was over. He was decorated for his service in World War II. He was a war hero.

Ken would go on to mentor the great Del Crandall as a catcher.

I met Ken six years ago while I was organizing the annual Fullerton High School Baseball Alumni Game and Reunion. He was not bitter about his life. He couldn't be...he had a great family, great friends, a wonderful career, but one thing he told me was not setting well with him all these years. The CIF never recognized the 1942 team as CIF champions. The official winner that year for baseball was San Diego. I tried to get the school to at least have a banner up with the other CIF Champions for the 1942 baseball team. They wouldn't do it.

Ken died last week. It's strange how life is sometimes. I have started a community newspaper in Fullerton and one of the first stories I wanted to do was on Ken and the 1942 FUHS baseball team. I was going to make a phone call to interview Ken but before I made that call I decided to do some preliminary background research on the team and the year 1942. That's when I ran across Ken's obituary.

A good friend of Ken's, Tom Gregory, picked up the ball and ran with the CIF recognition. Fortunately, with Tom's hard work, last year CIF, reversed their ruling and officially made Fullerton High 1942 baseball team CIF champions.

But because they were war heroes and great men, they were always our champions.

Women In Racing: What Does It Take?


By Doug Vehle
For The
Daily Bosco


The Firesign Theatre comedy group said it best, Everything You Know is WRONG. Ray Harroun won the first Indy 500, right? Only the best can make it at Indy. Anyone from Fullerton High School knows that our old dance instructor was the first woman to drive an Indy car, right? Not true, women were getting the chance to take the Indy cars on the track for more than a decade before Arlene Hiss got behind the wheel of one. And the contention she was the first woman granted a competition license by then Indy car sanctioning body USAC (United States Auto Club) is wrong, too.

Women were running the USAC road racing series nearly two decades earlier, and if not for mechanical trouble a woman would have made the first qualifying attempt for the Indy 500 in 1962. All this before the 3 woman running this years' Indy 500 were even born. But many people continue to attribute a good many 'Firsts' to Arlene Hiss that in fact she never achieved, such as being the first woman to qualify for an Indy car race. So the story you hear about the struggles women have had in racing aren't all true. Embarrassing though it is, she has to admit she never qualified for the one race she started to become the first woman to actually race in an Indy car. Thus becoming the first woman to be humiliated in one. When she got into that racecar, did she have what it takes?

The 3 woman in today's race each have a first: Sarah Fisher is the first woman to be the fastest qualifier in an indy car race as well as the first "Hardluck" woman driver, Danica Patrick the first to lead the Indy 500, and Milka Duno is the first that it's okay to call a 'Crazy woman driver.' That last is an accomplishment for all of us, in that it means nobody is threatened at the thought of a woman failing. A far cry from 1976, when affirmative action was the order of the day, and you could have found yourself in grave danger if you asked how many feminists it took to screw in a lightbulb.

It's not that Arlene Hiss wasn't a regular race driver in her day. She had been the dominant driver in Showroom Stock class racing at Riverside International Raceway, and had been racing some 14 years when she showed up at the opening race in Phoenix. She lacked the usual unknown drivers experience in sprint and midget car racing, the throwback undersized versions of the Indy racers from the 1930's, so common among a driver who wasn't coming from such other major racing classes as Formula One and NASCAR looking for their first Indy start, and there's always been some question why she would have found a car available to her.

It helped that her soon to be exhusband Mike Hiss had been the Rookie of the Year for Indy cars 4 years earlier, and she'd been spending a lot of time among the racing teams. The rumors had circulated for some time about her getting her opportunity, and it is believed that, with driver Janet Guthrie making test runs for another team, there was a rush to get the known driver on the track first. If Guthrie didn't pan out, USAC would be spared accusations of sexism once this woman everyone knew had shown them how it was done.

So concerned for getting her into the race, and so comfortable that they knew she was a 'Real' racer, she didn't have complete the full rookie testing. There was some cursory test laps, some exercises as proving she could exit the car quickly in an emergency, and she was ready to race.

Or was she? There's no official explanation for her failure to qualify for what was to be her first major race of any kind. It's possible there were weather conditions that cut the session short, only 20 cars had official times. It was to be a 24 car race, and Hiss was one of two nonqualifiers added to the field. Several drivers who had previously won races and contended for the championship were not added, possibly because of mechanical problems that couldn't be corrected in time. So when the green flag came out, you would call the driver to enter the first turn in last place the first to drive in an indy car race.

What happened from there would immediately be obscured by much opinion and spin doctoring. There is no question that Hiss was dramatically slower than every other car on the track. The arguing ensues on the subject of the significance of that fact. Consider:

1) The Eagle car Arlene Hiss drove was 3 years old. At that time there was nothing unusual about older cars continuing to race. Her husband had been rookie of the year in the Indy 500 in a two year old car that had been the fastest qualifier in two thirds of the events one year earlier. National champions were sometimes driving 1-2 year old cars. The basic design of her car was still currently the production car of Dan Gurney's All American Racers, and other 3-5 year old Eagles were in the race running faster than her.. So while some try to dismiss her car as doomed from the beginning, that just isn't a supportable position.

2) More important is the lack of RELEVANT experience Arlene Hiss had going into this race. Mario Andretti, who was away from Indy cars racing in Formula One and not at Phoenix that day, offered the opinion that any woman who wished to race Indy cars should be expected to compete in the over 600hp sprint cars he had used as a stepping stone, same as so many other men of that era. The Showroom Stock car Hiss drove to race at Riverside was the same Opel Manta Rallye she drove to work at Fullerton High School. A 4 cylinder 88hp economy car with a top speed of 85mph. Driven in a conventional upright position, the driving style bore no resemblance to the reclined position she would be in to drive a car that would accelerate to over 200mph quicker than her Manta could reach 60. Meanwhile, Hiss was a veteran road racer, and there's a long history of the difficulties that even the top Formula One road racers experiencing difficulty transitioning into the more disorienting oval track racing. Formula One cockpits were and still are rather similar to Indy Car cockpits.

3) Bobby Unser had already been divorced 3 times by 1976. Only important when you consider the shouting matches with which he confronted both Hiss and Guthrie, just the way he handled women.

There is no question that Arlene Hiss was lapping the 1 mile Phoenix oval at about 85% of the speed of the other cars. The car at times wobbled in the turns, and when she eventually spun the car at a lower speed than other drivers were successfully negotiating the turns, she was 'Black Flagged' into the pits for a consultation. A male driver might have expected to have been kept out of the race, but when she proved coherent enough to be angry with the officials she was instantly allowed back on the track. USAC wanted it said she was given every opportunity and more. The 150 mile race ended with Hiss having driven just 128 miles.

What can be questioned is the basic attitude of Arlene Hiss. Either before or especially after the Phoenix debacle, she could have arrived at Saugus or another Southern California raceway seeking a chance to race in a sprint car, and savvy promoters would have found her a ride. As an SCCA driver of Showroom Stock and other classes, she was already licensed to drive the Formula 5000 series, which was created to run old Indy cars with street car V8 engines. Again, her notoriety would have won her a ride, and her presence in the final year of the Formula 5000 may have saved that series. These could have been used as stepping stones toward her getting back into an Indy car as a driver prepared rather than scared.

Instead she accepted the opportunity to enter a NASCAR event, where women were racing in the organizations' first year in 1949, then dropped from sight. Hiss would spend the next several years venting a verbal assault over the "Unfair treatment" she claimed to have received.

It would be Janet Guthrie who would be the first woman to qualify for the Indy 500. She would finish 9th while driving her 2nd start with a broken hand, wearing the same number 51 as Arlene Hiss two years earlier. This would make Guthrie the first to qualify for an Indy car race, since Hiss never qualified. She would also run her first NASCAR race before Hiss as a publicity stunt, becoming the first woman in a "Superspeedway" race, i.e. high banked track.

In 1992 Lyn St. James would become the first woman to be named rookie of the year for the Indy 500. Like Guthrie, she would ultimately be regarded as a respectable 'Also ran,' never accorded the status of being the first female front runner. That honor would go to Sara Fisher, who has struggled as much with the business aspects of gaining sponsorship as with the racing itself.

Sponsorship hasn't been a battle for the other two women in the race. Teen go kart champion Danica Patrick ran well in the Formula Ford Festival in England, gaining her the opportunity to race a car coowned by David Letterman in the Formula Atlantic series, which has replaced sprint cars as the primary stepping stone to Indy. She also appeared in a scantily clad pictorial in 'For Him Magazine,' which many see as her biggest step forward in gaining sponsorship for the big time. She has since become the first woman to win a major professional race, coming home first in an Indy car race in 2008.

With that finish, she succeeded Venezuelan supermodel/navy engineer Milka Duno as the most successful woman driver. Duno, who parlayed her modeling background and 4 technical masters degrees into a racing career, had finished 2nd at the 24 Hours of LeMans, at that time the best finish by a woman in a top event. Duno, however, hasn't won the same respect as the others. In her rookie start at Indy she didn't seem to notice that an accident had slowed every other car and had to brake hard at the last moment, putting her car into the wall as she lost control She proceeded to blame the officials for having just penalized her for wreckless while driving on pit road and breaking her concentration. Wrecked racecars have become the norm for her. Patrick would question her concentration after the two tangled on the track in another race; in a high profile confrontation in front of TV cameras Patrick asked if Duno had even SEEN her on the track before hitting her.

Duno would find another critic in actress Ashley Judd, the wife of Indy 500 winner Dario Franchitti, ". . . .they've got to get the 23 car (Duno) off the track. It's very dangerous. . . She shouldn't be out there. When a car is 10 miles (an hour) off the pace. . . People's lives are at stake." And yet Duno hasn't faced the same struggles for sponsorship that the more competitive Fisher has. Like Danica Patrick, she's been able to gain favorable magazine spreads which keep the attention, and there for the financial backing, in her corner. Plain Sara's recognition as arguably the best driver of the 3 hasn't helped her overcome the lack of looks. Which has also been a problem for possibly the best woman driver of them all, Katherine Legge, the only woman to win in Formula Atlantic races after coming home first 3 times. Legge has yet to find an opportunity to compete in the Indy 500, and is at least getting to race the Deutsche Tourenwagen Masters in Europe. There's still the first of being a woman with a big buck sponsor without having been offered a center spread in 'Playboy' magazine to be achieved.

But men can have the same problems getting sponsorship. Twice, after winning NASCAR championships, David Pearson was unable to find a fulltime sponsor for the following season. Former Indy 500 winner Parnelli Jones won the TransAm championship and lost his backing at the end of the season. Nobody ever wanted to look at pictures of those two. But 'Dancing with the Stars' champion and male model type Helio Castroneves was rushed from a federal courtroom in Miami when his trial for tax evasion concluded for a spectacular helicopter landing at the Long Beach Grand Prix so he could drive, afterall. So the women really are being treated just like the men.

Duno, meanwhile, has at least been considered favorable to Arlene Hiss. It's become a racing epithet to call someone "An Arlene Hiss." An uncompetitive driver might be defended with a statement like "At least he's no Arlene Hiss." And Duno has those who remind that she indeed is no Arlene Hiss. But I guess you can say women drivers have come a long way when it's okay to say you want her off the track. Even the women are saying that about Duno. It was a touchy subject to say that about Hiss even though she'd been a far greater hazard in her race. Today it's safe for me to say the punchline to the joke about how many feminists does it take to screw in a lightbulb. But I'll let YOU do it anyway.

Hiss, now in her 70's, left Fullerton High School long ago, but with a PhD she now teaches online for the University of Phoenix. She has stated she hoped for the obscurity that might befall another unsuccessful driver, but that obscurity has never come.

And just so you understand the reference to Ray Harroun and everything you know is wrong, he is regarded by those who know racing as the 4th place finisher in the first Indy 500. The scoreboard had been showing the leader as being Ralph Mulford, racing a street car he drove to the track, and he was announced to the crowd as the winner of the race in a climatic battle to the finish. But he arrived at the winners circle to find local hero Ray Harroun already getting the trophy. There was some arguing and shouting, and then a closed door meeting. The owner of Mulford's car left the meeting smiling, even though the hard earned victory was gone. Why was he smiling?

Carl Fisher, the originator of the race, lured Harroun out of retirement to run this first of what Fisher expected to be the premiere annual event of autoracing. As Fisher wanted Indianapolis to remain the nexus of American auto manufacturing, it was clear he'd prefer the local driver and his locally built Harmon Wasp as the winner. The owner of Mulford's car was known as a man who'd sell anything---at a profit. With the overwhelming success of the first 500 mile race, Fisher was in a position to buy anything he wanted, including a local winner to his race.

The explanation was offered to the disbelieving public that the confusion had resulted from the incident when a car crashed into the scoring scaffolding, scattering the crew. Harroun had been able to take the lead shortly afterward was the story. But Harroun had been a lap down at the time of the crash. How could he have made up that lap in such a short time?

Mulford drove his street car home, eventually it was sold as an ordinary used car. In spite of his successful racing career, Mulford himself lapsed into the same obscurity as Arlene Hiss craves. Harroun's Marmon Wasp has become a racing icon known as the official winner of the first 500, as you know it would. But everything you know is wrong.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

On Farrah, Waymon, Dad and Cancer


By Allen Bacon, Editor, The Daily Bosco

I was never a big fan of Farrah Fawcett. I was probably the only teenage male in America that didn't have that sexy poster of her above my bed in the 70's. This is probably due in part to my life-long phobia and mistrust of anybody and anything blonde.

My brother is blonde...when his head isn't shaven. My first crush when I was five years old was blonde and then she broke my heart. My first girlfriend was blonde and she broke my heart. Recently I think I have made a breakthrough on this...I got a blonde dog and he hasn't broken my heart...yet. But I digress.

I became a fan of Farrah Fawcett last night when I saw her television documentary Farrah's Story on her courageous battle with cancer. I wanted to dismiss the show as somebody that was trying to soak up one last second of fame before they left us...but I came away with a totally different perspective.

I applaud Fawcett's courage and strength in her battle with cancer but if you want to boil the two hour show down to the basics...you have to go back to the fact that her cancer maybe could have been prevented with a routine colonoscopy. I wonder how many people got the message and are being inspired or at least having conversations to get to the Doctor's and Health care facility soon to get themselves checked out? That was the power of the show I saw last night.

The documentary showed also the effects on the family and friends. If that isn't power enough to get yourself checked to try to avoid the heartache to your loved ones...nothing will.

Then I read this morning about Waymon Tisdale who passed away from cancer. Tisdale was an outstanding College and NBA basketball player who I admired. But I really became a fan of Tisdale when he started his second life as a wonderful jazz musician.

The only way Tisdale found out he had cancer was when he broke his leg a couple years ago. That's when the Doctors discovered a cyst. Maybe...just maybe...if they caught it earlier Waymon Tisdale would still be with us.

Last year, my dad became a cancer survivor. He went in for a long overdue colonoscopy when he wasn't feeling quite right and they found a malignent tumor the Doctor called the biggest he had ever seen. Fortunately, the ensuing surgery got the tumor out. He and our family got lucky. But sometimes when you go in for a colonoscopy when you're not feeling good...then it's usually too late.

I guess the whole point of these stories is...get yourself checked and checked regularly.

I may be a little selfish. I want you around as long as possible.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Indy's "30 Days In May" Starts Today


By Doug Vehle, For The Daily Bosco

"He was all speed. I don't believe he ever thought in terms of money. He made millions, but they were incidental. He often said, 'I just like to see the dirt fly.'"
Jane Fisher, Ex Wife of Carl Fisher

They used to call it '30 Days in May,' words that always gave me the same sense of anticipation as our Editor in Chief gets from 'Pitchers and catchers REPORT.' But with raceday scheduled for May 24th, the track officially opening today demonstrates that, no matter how much more goes into today's cars than in the past, the technology has also advanced to make them less tempermental. Auto racing continues to play its' role of sharpening the cutting edge of the development of the automobile, in this 100th year since the opening of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.

2009 is proving a success through the concept of addition by subtraction. NASCAR has faced huge cuts in financial support to the teams, who have adapted well and performed at a much lower cost without a hiccup in the performance. Several forms of racing are giving up petroleum power and developing alternative fuels made from things like switchback grass. And even in failure, Formula One racing has provided a valuable service in the attempt to develop the KERS (Kinetic Energy Recovery System) technology this year.

As ten separate teams with their own technological approach struggled to put the tantalizing prospect of regenerative braking to use in converting the energy lost in slowing the car into electricity to accelerate again, they proved that current technology is currently too heavy to build an effective system. Even with some of the greatest automotive developers in the world bringing multimillion dollar budgets to previously under funded study groups that had worked on the problem for decades, only the mechanical flywheel system of the Williams team has showed promise. And yet we can expect the photostatic and thermostatic technology to just keep getting lighter, as time goes on. The Formula One approach of giving the teams regular engineering questions to solve in building each years' car will continue to provide answers, though not always the answers we were hoping for.

So Indy has completed rookie/refresher testing and advances to practice at large with the darkest of the looming economic storm clouds hanging over the American automotive industry. 'Americans just can't build cars like the foreigners can.' Any idle tongue wagger can tell you that. 'It's only a matter of time before the overseas automakers push the U.S. out of the market completely.'

But as the saying goes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. That's exactly what the wags were saying in 1909 when the Indianapolis Motor Speedway held its' first race. That's the reason the track was even built. The American automotive industry may owe its' salvation to the same man who brought us 'The Greatest Spectacle in Racing.'

Carl Fisher made his place in competition and in racing at a very young age. His success in bike racing on the old board tracks, the forerunner to the Velodrome, gave him the opportunity to open his own bicycle shop at the age of 17. At that time, the bicycle craze was sweeping the nation, and who better to buy your bike from than the local reigning champion? This was a time when your bicycle was bound to have been built by the shop itself. And Fisher was promoting the new 'Safety bike' design, the front wheel smaller and the rear wheel larger than the old style bicycle that people were falling off of. Fisher quickly became a wealthy young man.

A trip to France found Fisher a new passion, as he brought home a French made car. He may well have become the first 'Car Guy,' as he immediately contracted the construction of his own 'Hot Rod' for show as well as for racing. He did open what is believed to be the first automotive dealership in the United States, located in Indianapolis, Indiana. To promote the Stoddard Dayton car built by John Stoddard in Dayton, Ohio, Fisher would push a full size car off the roof of an 8 story building in front of a gaping crowd, who watched the car bounce and come to rest right side up. Fisher then came down to the car and started it up, hoping to drive for the crowd but in fact being trapped as they clustered about. You had to feel safe in this car, was the message Fisher was getting across.

Later, Fisher told the public that he'd be flying his Stoddard Dayton overhead with a balloon for a great distance, then would drive the car back into town, with the folded balloon tucked into the back. Indeed, the people of Indianapolis looked up to see Fisher waving from his car, suspended from a hot air balloon. As he drove into town, he told the gathering throngs that he in fact had to drive back in a different car, it had been necessary to remove the engine to make it light enough to be lifted. The advertising message became "The first car to fly over Indianapolis should be YOUR first car."

Fisher's automotive success was moving far faster than the bicycle industry ever had. With his bike racing friend James Allison, he founded Presto-Lite, the first automotive headlight system you would see on all cars with headlights before World War I, the tank on the front of such a car providing the acetylene gas for the lamps. When he sold the company (For $9 million) to Union Carbide, he then accidentally drove them from the automotive business (They still exist in the welding industry) by developing an electrical system for automobiles to enable the use of a starter motor, thus making possible a less dangerous headlamp that didn't need to be refueled. He would eventually help set up an engine company with Allison at the helm to provide service at the racetrack. This being the Allison Engine division of General Motors.

For all his own success, Fisher was well aware the automotive industry wasn't taking hold in the United States. The average family could never hope to afford the 3 years income it would take to buy a Stoddard Dayton or similar car. By the time he left on a trip thru Europe in 1907, the most common motorized transportation in America was an old buckboard wagon with a less than one horsepower engine fitted by "Friction drive" to one wheel, and a steering arm attached to the yoke where the horses were supposed to pull. Briggs and Stratton had responded by offering the "Power wheel," a fifth wheel much like an outboard motor for the back of a wagon, and the "June Bug," a small cart with a steering wheel driven by the power wheel. Motored transportation in America was remaining as primitive as the horse drawn wagon, which was still prevalent.

After marveling at the overseas cars that could "Go uphill faster than ours can go downhill," at a price the less than wealthy could afford, he had the chance to tour several test tracks, used as automotive proving grounds. While American autos had gone racing on the same short circles used for horses, turning left for a mile or less to determine a winner, the Europeans were accustomed to "Steeple Chases," horse and rider enduring an obstacle course at a greater distance. This gave birth to the traditions of Americans racing ovals and Europeans on road courses, but also provided a sterner test for European racers. And the Europeans had indeed built proving ground tracks, some over 3 miles over the closed course. Fisher would return home not only to see that increasing numbers were having foreign cars shipped to America, as he'd done 4 years earlier, but that Ford's answer had been the Model T, an inexpensive car that is regarded, all aspects of the era considered, the worst mass produced car ever made throughout history.

Fisher was a man like many Americans: Just couldn't stand the thought of another country beating us at ANYTHING, especially something that we created. And the man who was deciding to tackle this problem had overcome near blindness as a child to become one of the great bicycle racers of his era. Possibly the rigorous life he had overtaken caused the inexplicable improvement in his vision, or perhaps it was just his sheer determination to see things clearly. So now he had found his next mountaintop to look to: He was going to save the American auto industry.

Indianapolis, at the time, was the epicenter their manufacture in 1908. So it made sense to Fisher that his proving ground should be right there. And it should be bigger and better than anything the Europeans had, so he wanted a 5 mile track. But where could he find enough land, in one parcel, for his facility?

He would have to settle for a 2.5 mile oval track. Along with Allison, he enlisted Arthur Newby of the Indianapolis based National Motor Vehicle Company and Frank Wheeler of the Wheeler-Schebler Carburetor Company to build what amounted to a board track like none other seen. This accomplishment alone would make it possible four years later for Fisher to build the Lincoln Highway from New York to San Francisco, paid for solely by donations from auto makers and former Presidents of the United States.

But there would be a rough four years in-between. Being first to build the track meant being the first to learn the dangers. A crumbling track surface and other vulnerable aspects led to injuries and deaths to both the participants and spectators of that first race in 1909. Fisher had already suffered numerous injuries during exhibitions of his cars, and was already a champion for developing safety. The track was resurfaced with 3.2 million bricks, creating the still surviving nickname, 'The Brickyard.' Fisher personally began to drive a "Safety Car," which would take to the track to lead the other cars through the wreckage if there was an accident.

Racing cars, bicycles, motorcycles, and even balloons for paying audiences was supposed to pay for the operation of the track, as automotive testing would never be profitable. But grand as the new track was, it wasn't capturing the imagination of the public. Of course that would take time, but time was money, and they were running out of both. Yet the foundation was there. As new as auto racing was, what would be the true spirit of it was still to be discovered. But the Memorial Day weekend crowd in 1910 might be witness to history in seeing the sort of drama that most stirs racing fans to this day. On Saturday, a car tumbled ominously to a stop in front of a silent crowd, who cheered when local driver Ray Harroun stepped out of the wreck without serious injuries. His weekend seemed to be over.

Yet his car, built by local manufacturer Marmon, benefited from the closeness of the factory in being rebuilt over night and won the main event, the Wheeler-Schebler Trophy Race that was the first Memorial Day event the track would hold. 1910 would be his biggest year of racing, and while the American Auto Club was struggling with devising a method for picking a National Champion it would come as no surprise when the formula was settled years later that he'd be granted the title for that year. Auto racing was still just a hobby at the time, and Harroun would decide after 1910 to focus on his engineering career and leave the racing to others.

Carl Fisher would have other plans for Harroun, recognizing that a hero driver in a local car would go a long way in bringing fans to his envisioned automotive capital of the world, to see what he intended to be the Greatest Spectacle in Racing.
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"If you look at Fisher's entire life, it's a marathon. It's a race. It was a race to achieve the top of whatever field he was in at the time. Everything he did he went into it with his heart, his soul, his money, and he would not stop until he reached the end. He wanted to be there the quickest and first..."
-Historian Howard Kleinburg

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Feeling The Blues With Paging Beto


Paging Beto (Blues Band)
Next Show: Sat. May 9, 2009
The Vibe, Riverside, CA
Five Scoops of Bosco


By Allen Bacon, Editor, The Daily Bosco

A few months back I really got into the film and accompanying albums based on the story of the legendary Chess Records out of Chicago. The movie, Cadillac Records, really captured my imagination because of the legendary blues artists that were portrayed. Folks like Little Walter, Muddy Waters, and Howlin' Wolf. It made me wish that I could somehow go back in time and actually be sitting there in those smoky clubs where these legends got their start..experiencing the blues first hand.

Imagine my delight when I heard about this new band, Paging Beto, that is basically a throwback with deep roots to those legendary blues performers. The group has just finished an exciting two month residency at the Redwood Club in Los Angeles and will be performing next Saturday night (9 PM) at the Vibe in Riverside, CA.

The only way to experience Paging Beto is to see them live. Not only because of the effect that you feel from hearing authentic powerful live blues up close and personal but because save for five tracks on their My Space page they haven't released anything recorded yet.

The music of Paging Beto comes at you in waves of sound. It's great to just let those waves wash over you and feel the music...and feel the power of the blues. But then you realize the incredible craftsmanship of the members of the band. These guys were born for the Blues and they seem to be channeling the aforementioned legends.

It starts with the incredible bass rifts of the Mighty Gil "T" who also is the vocalist and instantly makes you want to draw comparisons to Big Sandy or John Popper. But Gil stands on his own and carries his own weight as an authentic bluesman. It continues on to the skillful drumming of Bill "Buster" Bateman and the wicked harmonica playing and vocals of Pat "Frenchie" French (who can go toe to toe with the likes of Little Walter) and the lead guitar work of Jonny Wickersham and the rhythm guitar work of Justin "The Killer" Slater.

If those names sound familiar to you...It's because these five gentlemen are legends in their own right going back to the late 70's in the Southern California music scene. Bateman is from the Blasters. French comes over from among other groups The Joneses. Wickersham is the lead guitarist for Social Distortion. Gil "T" is from Top Jimmy and Ryhthm Pigs. The members have also been in and out of bands the Cramps, Thelonious Monster, the Red Devils, D.I., Cadillac Tramps, Youth Brigade, U.S. Bombs and so many other legendary So Cal bands it would be hard to fit in this space.

The only member not from Southern California is rhythm guitarist Justin "The Killer" Slater. "Have you seen this guy?", Frenchie French laughs, "I mean his name says it all - Killer. We don't know where he actually comes from. I heard Northern California. He doesn't say much. He's kind of scary. But he plays a mean guitar. We don't ask any questions."

“There are a lot of good bands in Los Angeles,” says Bateman, “But I feel that we fit right in with the top elite blues bands that are currently playing, recording and making a living.”

Says French, “We’ve played everything from punk and rockabilly, to swampy blues and it was time to put all that energy into one place. We’ve got more fire and brimstone than you’ll hear anywhere.”

Beto debuted at Dave Alvin’s “Dog and Pony” benefit show for Chris Gaffney in September 2008. According to co-vocalists French and Gil “T,” their love of music allowed the longtime friends and collaborators to start the band. It actually started with French and what would become the other members of Paging Beto just listening to old Blues records at French's home and absorbing the legendary blues music. But French's love affair with the blues goes back to his teenage years when he actually would hang in blues clubs and absorb what would eventually become his life's passion.

”I’ve wanted to play with these guys for a long time,” says Wickersham, “And I’m very honored to have the chance to do so.” Wickersham is such a great guitarist but as a member of Social D he played a different style. So naturally I wanted to know how he was making the adjustment. "I'm trying to just stay up...but I love this music (the blues) so much..I think I am picking it up fast."

French gives Wickersham very high marks for his guitar work. "Jonny is great. He's such a student of blues and music in general. He's doing a great job and he's made the transition very well."

“We are old dogs with even older tricks,” says The Mighty Gil “T,” “And everybody knows, old guys don’t fight fair.”

The band plays a lot of covers including "I'm a Hog for you Baby," by the Coasters and "She's Tuff" by the Fabulous Thunderbirds. They're also playing music by Little Walter, Sonny Boy Williamson and for good measure a little Muddy Waters as well.

French says they are working on some original music and there is probably going to be an album coming in the near future. But for now they love playing the originals.

"It's like if you go see a symphony," Wickersham says. "You just wanna see them do the piece the way it was written and revisit it."

And that's good because a whole new generation is being exposed to this wonderful music. There have been a lot of young people...in their early 20's at the show.

Paging Beto next plays at the Vibe in Riverside, CA at 9 PM on Sat. May 9