Vintage shots from days gone by!

Federal agents raid Alden Park Pharmacy in Germantown for Liquor Laws violations. 1935

 

Mark Reed - I shared in a previous story, Bootlegger, how my dad, at the tender age of thirteen became the financier of a bootleg beer enterprise that blew up in his face, literally. In that story, I mentioned how dad, during the 30’s and prohibition, worked for his big brother, B.F., as a carhop at the Don Ree in Marietta. He not only sold burgers and fries, but pint bottles of Old Uncle Stump Bourbon, which he had tucked around his waist hidden by the big white apron he wore.
By virtue of working at the Don Ree, he had occasion to meet some of the drivers who would deliver the bootleg whiskey to the back door of the Don Ree. They would pull up and dad would help unload the bottles.
He struck up a friendship with one of the drivers, a young man probably not much out of his teens. Even though dad was only thirteen, he was a big guy and mature beyond his years. The driver invited him to go with him on the continuation of one of his runs one day.
As dad told it, the vehicle was full of bootleg whiskey, and they were hauling butt down a curvy country road. They rounded a curve, probably going fifty miles per hour. There ahead of them was a police roadblock set up just to catch bootleggers on their runs. What happened next took less time than it does for me to tell it here. In an instant, really. The driver did not miss a beat. Without reducing speed, he hit the clutch and the gas at the same time while down shifting to second. Dad said it all happened so fast that he could hardly believe it. The driver spun the steering wheel to the left as far as it would go; the car spun sideways, turning a full one hundred eighty degrees and was going in the opposite direction at fifty miles per hour and increasing rapidly. Dad said the maneuver made him soil his pants.
They left the roadblock and the police cars behind in a cloud of burning rubber. I guess they were chased, but were not caught. Dad said he was never so thankful as when the driver dropped him off at the back of the Don Ree. Needless to say, he never went on another run.

 

Damn that hurt. Beauchamp and Petty were involved in an accident at the 1961 Daytona 500 Qualifier #2. Leader Banjo Matthews lost control of his car, spinning in front of the field. Petty and Beauchamp's cars sailed out of turn four and landed outside of the racetrack. It also was Beauchamp's last NASCAR race; though he only suffered head and back injuries.

 

Sunoco 260 the only fuel I used.




Lions





On The Drag Strip



Pomona

 

Lee Petty's side of things.

 

How it started.


How it ended up.

 

Jim Robertson's 1961 Ford. I like Ford more-doors (thanks Kustomrama)

 

I'm grateful that you posted this photo.

 

^^^^ I saw them at Foxboro Stadium, July 4th 1987, from what I remember.

 

Here's a little better image.

 

derp

 

Mmm-hm.

Doesn't look cold...

 

Gary Overby 1940 Chevy

 

Dan Eichstedt Leg Show T-Bucket

 

Alright sir , let's start at the beginning, how did you get so cranky?


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Sad..190-195 Cessna with a big Jacobs for power... Used a lot of fuel but damn fast...

 

Looks like the getaway car didn't get too far.