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In the throes of this annual juncture, I find myself desperately craving a respite, a break that hits like a sledgehammer. When that reprieve finally descends upon me, I’m left adrift, grappling with the unfamiliarity of not obsessing over vintage hot rods and customs. It’s the only manner of cogitation I’ve come to know, and the prospect of diverting my mental faculties away from translating those musings into prose is, frankly, an alien concept to me. Unnatural, or maybe just plain confounding… hell, I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Yet, the undeniable truth is that I’m itching to plunge back into the fray. No doubt about it. For now, I’m stationed at the Atomic Pacific Outpost, clinging to the tail end of my tenure. In the interim, my focus is steadfastly fixed on a couple of hot rod missions rooted in the annals of history, seeds I planted earlier in the summer. In pursuit of this, I’ve made contact with the venerable Vida family on Oahu, stalwarts of island racing since the dawn of the 1950s.
Through the kindness of these remarkable folks, I’ve been ushered into the world of their early racing escapades on the rugged north shore of Oahu. Truth be told, the reels of 8mm film they’ve shared are brimming with sports cars that zigzag off the beaten path as much as topic, hailing from corners of the globe far and wide. Not a genuine hot rod in sight, mind you. However, there’s an enchanting aura to this silent film that transports you to a realm so in tune with our hot rod ethos. I can’t resist the allure. This film demands its moment in the spotlight. Take a gander:
Editor’s Note: Also, we lost a legend to the islands and the mainland last week. Roland Leong was so much more than the “Flyin’ Hawaiian.” He was also one hell of a good guy and someone that will be missed deeply.
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