Indy 1965

Pat's Personals

Bluegrass Dragway

Beech Bend 1973

Daniel Bishop

Daniel Bishop (aka Danielson & Fon) who lives in downtown Waddy, KY has a full page in Hemmings Motor News this month, check it out!

V.V Cooke

The Camaro model was built by Robbie Albers, for his Grandfather , Gerald Newman who built the full size version which Roy Wathen drove to a Season Championship at the Farigrounds Motor Speedway. It is sitting is an original V V Cooke liscense frame.

This item is an ashtray that was a promo item in the late 60's or early 70's.

The Logo is one of the decklid decals that were placed on new and used cars. It was a rectangle with a bowtie on the other end on chrome mylar.

Other V.V Cooke Photos found on Kentucky Cruises from the 2012 Carl Caspers.

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Bobby Allison

NASCAR star Bobby Allison (12) came to FMS in 1975 as an added attraction to the ASA sanctioned "Bluegrass 300". All day long, the ASA stars like Mark Martin, Mike Eddy, Dick Trickle and Jerry Makara practiced and tuned their cars. Allison's car sat motionless in the pits, delivered by his crew that morning. Finally Allison flew into Standiford Field in his own private plane, rushed to the track just moments before qualifying closed, took one warm up lap and then set a new track record! Had to go back to the airport, he double parked his plane!

NASCAR star, Bobby Allison (12) was well on his way to winning the 1975 "Bluegrass 300" when he got caught up in this mess on the backstretch. Glotzbach (37) was also nearly sucked into this one, but somehow escaped and went on to win.

A look at Louisville's Harry Hyde, one of the first crew chiefs selected by Rick Hendrick. This photo is from around 1985. The combination of Hendrick, Hyde and driver Tim Richmond was about the only team that could match Dale Earnhart and the Richard Childress bunch. In fact, had Richmond lived (contracted the AIDs virus and died) Earnhardt's dynasty would have been somewhat smaller. Richmond had the same savy as Ironhead, except he was more articulate and face it, more swagger. Hendrick eventually had his duplicate when he hired Jeff Gordon.

Bob Hook

A super neat photo from Perry Marshall (LaMarr's nephew) of the Bob Hook 1970 Chevelle on display in 1970 at the dealership. LaMarr had yet to race this pristine car. Thats young Perry in the driver's seat. Perry's Dad, (LaMarr's brother) hand lettered the car. This is the car that won the ARCA "International 500" that season.


Mr. Allen Swift ( Springfield , MA.) received this 1928 Rolls-Royce Picadilly P1 Roadster from his father, Brand new - as a graduation gift in 1928. He drove it up until his death last the age of 102!!!

He was the oldest living owner of a car from new. Just thought you'd like to see it. He donated it to a Springfield museum after his death. It has 170,000 miles on it, still runs like a Swiss watch, dead silent at any speed and is in perfect cosmetic condition. (82 years) ...That's approximately 2000 miles per year... Just thought you would find this of interest.

Neva service garage finds new home.

Sept. 4, 2010

In a land where real horsepower rules, an unassuming northwoods garage that hawked Bel Airs, Biscaynes and Delrays has been reborn.

Neva Corners Service Garage sits along Taylorsville Road in Louisville, Ky., about a 10-hour drive from the real Neva Corners where James Sindelar once sold Chevys and repaired everything from tractors to Model T Fords.

The garage is the creation of Patrick Knight, and was done in homage to his friend, Pete Gleich, who headed south to Kentucky in the 1960s along the same route so many people from the bluegrass had taken north generations earlier.

This tale is one of history, and more importantly, friendship.

(Click here to read full artice from Antigo Daily Journal)

Will's Story

A.A.C.A. Grand National Winner

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Ensign Blue 1946 Chevrolet, 6 Cylinder 216, two-door Fleetmaster town sedan.

William N. Hurt

Fifteen months before I was born, my father rode a Greyhound Bus from Burkesville, Kentucky to Louisville, Kentucky. The purpose of the 130-mile trip was to purchase a much-needed automobile for the family. July 1947, on Fourth Street in Louisville, at Frady Auto Sales, a dark blue 1946 Chevrolet Fleetmaster Town Sedan was spotted. After cash money was exchanged, the long but enjoyable trip back to the small community of Girder was underway.

Some years later, as a child, I would play in the car and pretend I was driving. I would turn on the radio and the defrost fan and, more often than not, I would get in trouble when the battery would be low. .

My father sold the car to my grandmother and bought a 1950 Chevy Truck for the farm. Grandmother, who did not drive, was driven to town on Saturday for the weekly grocery shopping or to church on Sunday by a tenant farmer. .

After my father’s untimely death in July 1962, our workload increased on the farm. By 1965, I was a sophomore in high school and had 31 cows to milk each morning before school. It seemed I missed the bus a lot in those days. My grandmother sold the 1946 Chevy to me for $90.00. I made $13.00 a week from the milk check. Now no excuse for being late for school. .

Every car needs a name and my mother named the car Old Maude. The name was taken from a mare that Mother rode as a child. .

Old Maude was driven through high school. In 1967 I moved to Bowling Green to start vocational school. After vocational school on to my first job, Old Maude was still my only source of transportation. .

In 1969, I bought my mother’s 1964 Impala and I parked Old Maude. She stayed parked until 1981, which began the frame off restoration. The restoration consisted of complete dismantlement, glass replacement, New Hampton Coach Upholstery, wood grain painting for dash and internal molding, replating of chrome, wire replacing, external body repair and custom painting. Everything that was done to Old Maude was as close to original as I could get it. All mechanical work that was needed has been completed. Old Maude’s major restoration was completed and she arrived at her home in Alvaton, Kentucky in August 1986. .

Early History: Ohio Valley Raceway

Written on: Jan 27, 2010

Ohio Valley Raceway was built and opened in the spring of 1965 by my brother, Jim, and me, Wayne Williams. Jim passed away in 2003 which leaves me to try to recall how it all got started, forty-five years ago. Jim and I always shared a love of fast cars, but in order to watch, or participate in drag racing we had to travel to Hardinsburg, Sturgis or Seymour. From our teenage years of cruising the parking lots of drive-in restaurants, we knew there were as many fans of hot cars in the Louisville area as anywhere else, but who had nowhere to legally drag race. We heard opportunity at the door but until we opened the gates to our track that first night, we could not have imagined how loud it was knocking.

Jim was twenty years old at the time and I was twenty-six.  Together, we could not have scratched up enough money to build a go-cart track, let alone a drag strip.  So we approached our father who was certainly no fan of fast cars.  Over the years, any time my '57 Chevy or Jim's 409 powered Corvette pulled into the parking lot of his hardware store in Orell, KY, he merely shook his head.  It took many grueling sessions with our dad to convince him that this was a viable venture, but in the end, he conceded but with strict provisions on a pay-back schedule.

The grass airport off Dixie Highway on Katherine Station Road was owned by a man named Huff.  We knew him as a customer at Dad's hardware store.  To us it seemed an ideal place to build a race track and after several weeks of negotiations, we agreed on a price.  Around Christmas of 1964, we put shovels to the ground.

Everything we were spending was borrowed so it was low-budget all the way.  We painted the old aircraft hanger and house.  Excavating and paving of the main strip, return strip, and a few other small areas was finished as soon as weather permitted.  We built a 16'x16' wooden two-story tower near the starting line.  The windows were simply plywood flaps that opened to the inside and left the operations crew exposed to the elements.  We used farm fencing to separate the spectator areas from the track.  The Christmas tree and timer was a home-grown monster and the source of many headaches later.  In mid-April of 1965 we opened on a wing and a prayer.

            Absolute pandemonium would probably best describe opening night - total chaos.  Katherine Station Road was the only access to the track and it was at a total standstill by 6:30 - cars with nowhere to go, double-parked all the way back to Dixie Highway, the south lane of which was at a standstill all the way back to Al's Bait Shop, a distance of over two miles.  So, with nowhere else to turn -we went to racing.

The farm fencing we installed to keep the spectators safe, was about 15 feet from the track. By the time we started a match race between two wheel-standing "A" gassers, "spectators" had broken off every T post at grass level, flattened the fence and were standing with their toes on the edge of the pavement. From the git-go, this opening night was a family affair - our wives running the concession stand and friends selling tickets and directing traffic.  Needless to say, we were sorely understaffed.

The next Monday morning brought the need for some changes - in a hurry.  A new 7-foot chain-link fence was installed from the start line to the finish, keeping the fans off the track.  We opened more entry gates for the pits and increased the waiting area.  Security was a big problem so we hired two of the hardest-nosed security people we could find, solving, forever, that glitch.  A tribute here to Emmet Crane and J.T.S. Brown.  They kept me in beer. In the weeks, months and years to follow, other problems were solved by updating everything, it seemed.  A new timing system solved the Christmas Tree snafu.  More paving improved the staging area.  A more powerful PA system allowed everyone to hear.  A professional announcer kept things running smoothly.  The competition procedures were enhanced.  We improved everything to the point where we thought we might get the nod for a NHRA sanction.  With the help and guidance of Bob and Eileen Daniels, Ohio Valley Raceway became the first sanctioned 1/8th mile track - anywhere.

I would like to list some of the high points over the years in no particular order:  The concession stand developed the best chili dog I have ever had, to this day.  When the floods came, so did the snakes:  Big Daddy Don was there and so was Grump. There were many more national heroes who passed through the Valley, too many to mention.  I especially remember with fondness, the deer that crossed the track during eliminations, and Jim Cusic's big left turn at the finish line at 100 mph.  And who could forget the night we searched in the weeds for 15 minutes, for Bill English after his brakes failed. We got to see Frakes & Funks' twin-engine Chrysler-powered front engine car, John Carter's Willys eating up the first third of the track on rear wheels only.  We were the origins of "Honest" in John's Carter's name.  The Valley went to National Trails and impressed everyone at the first 1/8th mile Championship.  Many national record holders came from the Valley because fierce competition breeds champions.

There were some low points, most, better forgotten, but the name Ed Payne always comes to mind.  In 1970 we sold the track to a great racer and good friend, Jesse Ballew.

Wayne Williams

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