Little Joe Korosa, RIP, the photo was taken about 50 years ago. He had a great disposition and was good to deal with and some great stuff went through that lot. I remember a really nice '34 5W, a '32 5W that someone did a masterful jub of converting into a roadster, but the oddest one that ever came through his lot was an Ardun powered swamp buggy. I never bought a car from Joe but I did buy parts from him, those were kept in a fenced storage yard adjoining the car lot.
Think this is another shot of this car that's on line and it appears that it was in Queens N.Y. does anyone know if that's so ?.
Woolworths (and Newberry's) had luncheonette counters. My favorite treat was always a club sandwich and a real chocolate shake, the kind where they poured the shake into a glass, then gave you the decanter with what was left .
Woolworths (and Newberry's) had luncheonette counters. My favorite treat was always a club sandwich and a real chocolate shake, the kind where they poured the shake into a glass, then gave you the decanter with what was left .
Hello, Thanks for the nice comments. You have some nice photo finds in your collection. Not too many knew about District 37 and the rankings. The last vestiges of our foray into desert racing motorcycles. So, after our horrendous ending to drag racing, how did we convince our mom, who was aghast at our “motor” participation in anything hot rod/drag racing, to watching us build and rebuild two Greeves desert racing motorcycles? A great answer from my brother was that it was therapeutic for him to be outdoors and in the healthy sunshine, clean air area of the desert. Add in some camping with the two brothers still working together and the scenario was perfect for the brotherly activity. HA! Heading for a washed out stream in the dust and not knowing there was a 6 foot drop to the trickling water in the center. Some mild desert activity is always heart pumping. As all good things go, there was an end point to my final episode of our Greeves motorcycle racing. After countless races in Baja, Mexico on the beach, hard sand, soft deep sand, and short dirt hills we had gone and raced in multiple styles of terrain. We even had to cross flowing water that came up to our skid plate and motor. The “Blooey” pipes made a gurgling sound, but, later the higher mounted expansion chamber was not affected. I was entered in a Corriganville big race around a famous TV/movie set in So Cal. All of the big names were there. I had just come from my best race results out in the desert the week prior. Number 10 out of 50 in the class. It was a 1 hour full on race on a single 5-6 mile desert course. I was pumped and was ready for a closed course flat surface race. I got a great start and was in front of several other racers clipping my wheel. But, I stood my ground and got more space between us. But after the great start, I knew this was going to be a fun race. Shade, flat dirt surface roads, incline slopes, downhill off camber turns and a fast straightaway to the finish in the shade. I almost made it around the first lap when I was headed into a blind turn covered by huge scrub brushes, some sticking out into the road surface. I got forced to take the inside line, which is normally fine, but I could not see what was ahead. The guys on my tail were forcing me closer to the bushes. All of a sudden I went over the handle bars and landed on my head and faceshield. My bike was stopped and others were going around the blockage in the dirt surface road. So, what happened? My throttle cable got caught in a branch sticking out and instantly accelerated my bike. Then the next branch instantly stopped it in its tracks. Flinging me over the front end. I was out for a sec and then walked my bike off of the track. A great start, leading into the first several turns and then out like a light. I was not seriously injured, but it took a while to recover from a super high to a “under the ground” low in aspirations and sense. It was a little demoralizing to be in the lead and having a great time, but sitting against a rock, out of the race in an instant. Jnaki So, the last straw was out in the desert after another 50 mile each part of a Hare and Hound race. I was doing ok with the new dual spark plug head, in my latest, 1966 Greeves Challenger model and making good time. But on a steep soft sandy hill, I got in the race with two other guys for a narrow track up hill. There was room for one. They inched me over to the side and finally, one guy actually kicked my gas tank and made me fall down the sandy slope off course and into a Manzanita bush. Needless to say, injuries out in the desert were a common place, but not like this one. I felt a sharp sting and my helmet made it worse each time I turned my head. In my neck was a 6 inch Manzanita stubby branch, sticking out from under my helmet, in my neck. (luckily, I could not find the guy, since I was injured.) So, I went to the hospital on the way home. Of course I got the full set of comments about being the only person in the world attacked by historic tribes from the area with an arrow sticking out of my neck… The nurses just could not help but laugh. There is still a lump in the spot and 50+ years later, when I rub my neck, I am reminded of those funny comments from those cute nurses in that desert hospital. Finally, due to other injuries and impending graduation from college, my desert racing days were coming to a fateful end…AHHHH. My latest 1966 Greeves was set up correctly and sold quickly to another racer from the District 37 area.
The other car buried in Tulsa Oklahoma. There's a 1998 Plymouth Prowler Prototype Buried in a Tulsa City Park (thedrive.com)
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