Weekend Heroes 2.0
The air is a haze of shimmering exhaust fumes from engines that keep revving higher and higher. The track seems to vibrate, the pulse is racing, reverberating throughout the inside of the helmet. The first gear engages with a mighty clunk. A glance at the rev counter, the competition, the flag. It’s got to fall any moment now, almost . . . Aaaaaand go! The chase is on, all thought is left behind.
Fast and Furious would be a fitting title for the 1950s California sports car racing scene. A few GIs had shipped their small MG back to the States from England, others a Jaguar XK 120. Or the relatively unknown Allard, a light sports car, seemingly born for the racetrack. The garages were full of Ferraris, Alfa Romeos and Maseratis, later Porsche 356s, initially coveted as an American Roadster, later as a light Speedster.
Even today, seven decades later, you can still find some of those racetracks from yesteryear. Ovals, dirt tracks, street circuits – we easily count up to around thirty. How many would it have been back then? Airfields were converted into racing circuits for a day, with a few hundred hay bales to demarcate the track. Steeply angled dirt roads were closed and without further ado consecrated as a hill circuit.
Drawn to this scene were people endowed with an innate sense of courage and daring, coupled with the will to win. If you want to learn more - or rather: a lot more - about racing in California, the best place to start is ramp #49: In »Higgledy Piggledy« we share an exclusive extract from Tony Adriaensen's book »Weekend Heroes 2.0«.