My
First U.S. Nationals
Words and photos
by John "MAZZ"arella
8/9/04
Ed Note
This months first Indy feature is courtesy
of DRO's friend John Mazzarella. He sent
us this story on his first U.S. Nationals
which happened to be the 1961 edition. He
not only wrote us a nice story but was kind
enough to share some of the photos that
he took with his trusty Kodak "Brownie"
Instamatic. Between the two of us your faithful
editor and John we can only remember what
happened last week and almost nothing from
the sixties. It must have been something
we ate or drank so please have a little
mercy if there are some miss-named cars
or facts. Anyway here is a look at Indy
'61 from then spectator and genuine nitro
junkie John Mazzarella. Enjoy |
I had joined the Air Force in early 1961 and
was going through Automotive Tech School at
Chanute AFB in the central Illinois town of
Rantoul. A couple of barracks buddies were planning
on attending this big drag race in Indianapolis
around Labor Day and I begged to go along. Joining
the Air Force gave me my first opportunity to
be away from home in Largo, Florida, where drag
racing was my #2 priority. Yep -- girls was
#1.
Any night of the week or weekend days would
find me at Sunshine Dragstrip in St. Petersburg
or Tampa Dragway or my favorite, Twin Cities
Dragway in Oldsmar. We would occasionally take
trips to Opa-Locka near Miami and ValKaree somewhere
in the middle of the state. My heroes back then
were Don and Ed Garlits, Art Malone, Ed Pantley,
Marvin Schwartz, Lucky Harris, Hasley Hood,
and other blurs that popped out of my memory
banks from time to time.
All I remember about
this car is that it was beautiful.
I remember riding through miles and miles of
cornfields from our base to Indy, but when we
arrived I was amazed at the vast expanse of
open space this race track was located on. The
grass was all cut and green. From where we had
to park, looking towards the starting line was
like looking at Miami Beach from across the
Intercostals. You could see the Quaker State
Tower and hear the noise from the cars. The
stands were on both sides of the track and full.
A big departure from the one-sided stands which
held up to 200 people that I was used to. There
were food stands every 10 feet that had more
selection than Morrison's Cafeteria. The nasty
gray hot dogs and potato chips were our only
selection back at the Florida home tracks.
As we got to the seats (I now know we sat on
the west side), I could see the race cars parked
all across the grass behind us in no order of
any kind. There were no 18-wheelers. There lots
of Chrysler station wagons and pickup trucks
with open trailers. I remember a car hauler
that had six door cars on it and a couple of
old school buses converted to haulers. How cool.
All the name drivers were there somewhere.
I had to go see these visions up close that
I had only seen on the pages Hot Rod Magazine.
I had no idea at the time I was looking at the
history of our sport. Jack Chrisman and the
Howards Cam car that looked like it had a piece
of plywood from the front wheels to the motor.
Kind of crude aerodynamics. The Dragmaster 2-Thing
was a piece of art. Mickey Thompson had several
cars there but, as with all the popular named
drivers, the crowds around them made it difficult
to see up close.
Only having a Saturday to be there, we made
it back to the stands to watch the action. I
don't remember much of the racing, but I do
remember that George Hurst was giving away Pontiac
Catalina's to racers that won their classes
(I think). These white "ponchos" were
everywhere. Linda Vaughn, Miss Hurst Shifter,
was on the back of one of these convertibles
going down the track, and we were so far away
that I got a headache trying to focus on this
beauty I had only seen in
magazines. Because we had an 8:00 p.m. curfew
back at the base, I now know how much fun we
missed by not hanging at both the track and
the hotels around Indy where all the fun was
after racing was done for the day.
It wasn't until 1973 that I returned to the
U.S. Nationals and, believe me, I took it ALL
in. I took plenty of pictures of my 1961 marriage
to Indy and I find them every couple of years
and reminisce about that day. (I just moved
back to Florida and they are in a box -- somewhere.)
I was overwhelmed at the 25th Anniversary in
1978 and can't wait till the 50th this year.
I'll be there and hope to see all of you again.
I won't make the 100th.
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