Hot Rod Jalopyrama V

A recent excursion to Glen Burnie, Maryland and the Jalopyrama, renewed my faith that real hot rods and bikes are still alive and well. Upon arriving, there seemed to be a preponderance of genuine gearheads milling around and they had brought their machines. It looked like my kind of show. A multitude of Hot Rods, Gassers, Dragsters, Roundy Round Cars and customs were parked everywhere. There were even a couple of bikes. Some were showcased inside, in a traditional armory setting, while the majority were closely stacked throughout the parking lot.

Black Paint, Metalflake, Pinstriping, Scollops, Panels, Flames, Buick Drums, Early juice Brakes, Banjo Rears, Dropped Axles, Friction Shocks, Three Deuces, Two Deuces, One Deuce, Injectors, Blowers, Flatheads, Nailheads, Hemis, even a 301, it was all there and it Ruled.

It was heaven and I was walking on cloud nine, right up to the time I suddenly tripped and stumbled. A quick look around and the culprit was spied. Yes, it was one of those little dummies. I can’t swear it was him, but they know there is no lost love between us. As I was regaining my composure, I looked up and damn, those artificial burger fries and shake were staring me in the face. It made me hungry for the real thing. So, a pit cooked beef sandwich, a soda and a load of Real Hot Rods filled the bill.

All too soon it was time to head south. The organizers had really done their homework. It was a stand up show, with a little something for everyone. Good people, good food, a small swap meet, pinstripers, music, out of sight cars (and bikes) and even a little leaning dummy. Let the photos finish the story.

Later, Trust in Rust