Thunder King

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Hoop, the pit boss, and me — we decided that it wouldn’t do our morale any good to watch the amateur events, watch the hot rod kids smash themselves to death on macadamized sucker trap that passes for a track at Darido, California, so we spent our time putting the last touches on the Jeyett Special.

Big Arch Jeyett had gotten more than a little rough when Brick Arlen didn’t even place the iron at Indianapolis, and you can’t blame him. It isn’t exactly a hobby with him.

After numerous words too harsh to mention, the four of us found ourselves with the sedan, the tool truck, the Special on the trailer, and all the tools, heading for a circuit of the hard-track meets.

There is Bud Hoop who is the pit boss, a guy who thinks motors live and breath. For him, they do. Gil Forrester, who never says more than two words a month, is the mech, and Brick Arlen and me, we are the drivers, doubling in the pit for switching rubber and such. My name is Joe Gartner and if I knew what was good for me, I would be back on the dirt hacking at track records that don’t go higher than eighty.

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