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					| Buzz Rose challenges the dirt at  
					Allentown,  
					PA, in 
					1968. It was the final sprint car race at the historic 
					fairgrounds that had claimed the lives of Bill Schindler and 
					Johnny Thomson.  (Al Consoli Photo, Buzz Rose Collection) |  
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			12/31/10
 POWERFUL PASSION
 
 In these TEAROFFs, we try to cover as much of 
			racing’s expanse as we can, geographically and chronologically 
			speaking.
 
 In 2010, TEAROFF subjects ranged from Davey 
			Hamilton prepping for the Brickyard, to Steve Arpin’s ARCA win at 
			Talladega, to catching up with Langhorne winner Roger Treichler, to 
			Lee Allard’s crash in a supermodified on Labor Day 1964.
 
 We’ve run Photos of the Day showing wound-up folks road racing, 
			dragging, and tearing across the sands of Bonneville. No question 
			that the common theme to all of these is a passion for speed and the 
			thrill of competition.
 
 That said, among those who really 
			follow racing, the most intense emotion is often reserved for that 
			amazing era of pre-roll cage, touring sprint cars. Who among us 
			would not give a fortune just to exercise one of those sonorous 
			monsters on a heavy half mile?
 
 Those who actually raced them 
			– and survived – never seem to forget.
 
 There is a collection 
			(see left column) of great open wheel books on Coastal181.com penned 
			by Buzz Rose, a wonderful, vibrant guy and a member of the Sprint 
			Car Hall of Fame. Buzz just sent in a “tearoff story.” He told us he 
			has trouble explaining just how much sprint car racing meant to him.
 
 We think it came through loud and clear.
 
			 
				
					| In the 
					summer of 1961, the “Diz” Wilson Offy team in I.M.C.A. 
					consisted of drivers Jim McElreath, myself, and Johnny 
					Rutherford. We were all good pals and traveled throughout 
					the Midwest to all of the I.M.C.A. “punkin” dates (county 
					fairs) and state fairs during July, August and September.
 On August 13th, we arrived at the Mower County Fair in 
					Austin, Minnesota. I was driving Wilson’s #7 Offy and the 
					car had been suffering from a bad magneto for several days. 
					Needless to say, I was really exasperated. Diz was doing the 
					best he could and was awaiting a new magneto from Indiana.
 
 The Austin half-mile was a wet, sandy track. The 
					dirt stuck to car and driver like glue. My pal Jim McElreath 
					and I managed to qualify for the front row of the main event 
					even though my car was still sour.
 
 Knowing my car 
					wasn’t running well, I came up with an idea to help my 
					teammate McElreath win the feature. At the green flag I 
					would let Jim slip in front of me and go on to win.
 
 Lots of times young racers disconnect their brains from the 
					throttle foot, causing mayhem. Many times they leave their 
					brains in the pit area.
 
 On the parade lap my big 270 
					Offy started to run on all 4 cylinders and I got excited, 
					never to think about McElreath and my plan again. I bolted 
					into turn one flat out, with my knobbie tires churning in 
					the wet dirt. Holy mackerel! My car was running good. I went 
					on to win the race.
 
 As I.M.C.A promoter, Frank 
					Winkley was presenting me with the trophy, my other 
					teammate, Johnny Rutherford, told me to get my racecar 
					loaded up and leave. It seems that McElreath was really 
					upset with me. I looked over and saw a big mud-covered 
					McElreath glaring at me. The only clean spot on him was 
					where his goggles had been. He was a sandy, muddy mess. It 
					seems he didn’t use many tear offs. Then I remembered our 
					deal. I felt ashamed as I left for our next race. Jimmy 
					didn’t talk to me for a couple of weeks. I knew my mistake 
					really hurt our friendship.
 
 It has been 50 years ago 
					since that incident happened. We are now old guys and see 
					each other a couple of times a year. Believe me, Jim never 
					lets me forget my mistake and it lives with me today.
 
 Lessons learned: To all young racers, always leave your 
					brain connected to your foot. And always use lots of 
					tearoffs when in doubt.
 
 To my pal of 50 years, Jimmy 
					McElreath, I am still sorry.
 
 Buzz Rose.
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					| four March 
					1961 – The first-ever sprint car race at Eldora Speedway. L 
					to R, Buzz Rose, Jim McElreath, Diz Wilson, John Marcum, 
					official.
 McElreath and Rose finished 1st and 2nd in the 
					main event. Wilson always
 bought steaks when his drivers 
					brought their big Offys home 1st and 2nd.
 (Buzz Rose 
					Collection)
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