During my High School years my father and I traveled the country attending quarter mile drag boat races, the same racing as with car drag racing. The boat still on the trailer was our boat called The Sting, same as the old movie.
The man in the driver chair is not my father, he was Butch Tomczack, the driver for the boat. The man standing in front of the boat is not me, I have no idea who he was, or whom snapped this photo but I’ve always liked this photo.
The boat that is in the water was called Ambush, driven by Billy Vance of Kansas City, Missouri. Our boat was powered by a Blown Alcohol engine. The Ambush was powered by a Blown Fuel engine, both classes are the same engine types as in the auto racing world, but set on a liquid quarter mile.
Both our boars and crews frequently traveled together, making the same stops at hotels and watering holes alike. During these three years from 1977 to 1979, I visited several states, two of which were Arizona and California.
This is when I was forst exposed to the desert southwest, and those memories have been in my little noggin all these decades. I somehow knew I’d return to the desert in the future, although they are two different deserts.
Such great memories of what I see as a better, kinder and gentler world now gone away. It’s not a great idea to let your mind live in the past but this is how I’ve always been. Longing for days that now only exist in photos and video.