The 1958 trip to drag race in
Monterey, Mexico By Bill Collins Somehow Bobby Langley or I got
notice of a drag race in Monterey, Mexico in January 1958. A
club in San Antonio and one in Monterey sponsored the race. We
put the ole short pencil to the expense of the trip and decided
to "do it". What with the expensive price of gasoline
at $.22 cents a gallon ($.19 cents in Mexico), we decided we
could make the 800 mile trip (one way), eat, get a motel, etc.
Bobby got off work Thursday night
from Convair in Fort Worth at about 11:00 P.M. Bobby Walcott
and I were at Bobby's house when he got home, Loaded up with
the clothes (blue jeans and Isky T shirts) trailer, Scorpion
1, tools, nitro, Etc. and set out going south in the middle of
the night. We had little money (you understand), Bobby had no
personal car and I had no racecar at the time. Here we go all
the race stuff, no spare parts and very little money all hooked
up behind my 1951 Olds with Walcott's flames adorning the front
fenders and four chrome blooie pipes running up the rear on each
side. What a site, like a circus with no animals. Just three
idiots and a doll out to conquer the drag race world. We were
just in our early 20's. After 21 we found we did not know everything
as we previously thought.
We got to the Mexican border
in the middle of the next night. "Papers please" from
the border guard, What are papers we asked? You know, visa's,
passports, car titles, I.D. stuff we had never heard of. We were
just going down to Monterey, race a little bit, and be right
back, promise! They took our driver's license as I.D. and I had
a motor number for the Olds. They also insisted on an I.D. number
for the Scorpion, racecar or not, we all got to looking for some
numbers on the block. We looked all over, nothing; Bobby spotted
a number on the Weiand six carb. two barrel manifold. Here it
is he said to the guard, right on top for all to see 18436572.
The guard said yippee, wrote it down, finished the paper work
and we were off. For Ford people I won't even try to explain
the numbers, Mopar and GM people know. Phil Weiand knew what
he was doing when he put the numbers there.
Thank you Phil for the I.D. number to cross any border in the
world. We giggled all the way to Monterey.
The highways were asphalt all
the way from the border to Monterey. Good but narrow. Not many
signs. Lots of sage brush, good for relieving your self behind.
NO TREES! In Monterey we checked into a Hotel. This was really
new to us as we usually slept in a Motel room, one room with
one bed for Bobby and Ruth, while the rest of us slept on the
floor We were all excited about having some authentic Mexican
food that night. We ordered verbally as we could not read the
menu. We took a few bites and discovered that they did not know
what spices were, flat as a flitter, bland, but we ate it anyway.
We got up the next morning (Sunday),
had breakfast, which was good, and set out for the drag strip.
We parked in the basement of the hotel and had to go up a ramp
to get out. I put the Olds in first gear and headed up the ramp.
We got almost to the top, but the Olds would not pull the scorpion
and trailer up the ramp. Every one got out of the car. I backed
up into the garage and around a curve, would you believe. I got
sort of a running start with the guys pushing and made it to
the top. They all piled in again and we headed out.
When we got to the strip we saw
gas under the Olds. The fuel pump was leaking! No problem, I
went to a parts house with a local while the others removed the
worn out pump. The new pump was $3.00; those people knew how
to gouge a foreigner.
We got the Scorpion ready to
run at the "strip". We were at a major traffic circle
with a Statue in the middle and were to run down one of the four
feeder roads. At our age we still knew more than most folks,
right? We could not see the end from the starting line and we
didn't go down and look at the end of the "strip".
There was a small rise in the road and then a small drop down
to the end. We put 98% in, lined up and blasted away. I tried
to follow Bobby in the Olds but as soon as Bobby went down the
Spectators, who were on both sides of the strip, ran out to see
the dragster. We could hear Bobby but could not see him. We honked
the Spectators out of the way and finally reached Bobby and the
dragster. By the time we got there Bobby was out of the car.
As we nearly reached the end we found that Bobby had run over
a set of railroad tracks. That's not good on frame rails made
of 36 Ford drive shaft tubing with an unsprung rear end. I think
we bent the frame rail about two inches. But as smart as we were
we did not have to even take a look. Off in the distance we heard
a lot of shouting. A goat herder was chasing about fifty goats
out in the field, all going in different directions. Apparently
the noise of the header pipes scared the poop out of them and
they took off. He may still be looking for some of them.
We made the day winning dragster
class and Top Eliminator, and collected some of the most beautiful
trophies I have ever seen for a drag race. Bobby still has them
in a trophy case built into a wall in his home. They are front
and center with hundreds of others. There were no clocks so we
did not know how fast we went, but not very fast because of the
rough road.
We started back to Fort Worth
as the sun was setting. At about dark 30, we noticed the gas
gage almost setting on E. we were in the middle of nowhere with
no stations in sight or a town on the map. Everybody kind of
woke up then. We also had no spare gas can. We were still partially
smart. With every experience we got wiser.
Then in the middle of pitch black of the night in the desert
we saw a small light bulb glowing way off in the distance. What
was it? As we got closer we saw a shack the size of an outhouse
with a gas pump in front.
Hallelujah, gas! We got the car filled up, then had to pay the
attendant. He could speak no English and we spoke no Spanish.
So we just started putting Dollar bills in his hand until he
shook his head no. We put some more in his pocket, loaded up
and headed to Texas, thanking him and the Lord for the gas.
What an experience and so much
fun for us. Something to remember for the rest of our life. Today
we would not do that without weeks of planning. Then we just
jumped in the car and took off.
I say Bobby won the 1958 Mexican Nationals.
By: Bill Collins, March 2006