Memories of a Hot Rod: 1955 Chevy's Big Night Out in Marked Tree, Arkansas
by Bob Diamond
I finished high school in Marked Tree, Arkansas in 1963.
I remember going back for a visit in late 1965. I was going to Memphis State University and living with my sister and her husband in Memphis.
The Wolf Was A 1955 Chevy
My brother-in-law had a 1955 Chevy sedan that looked stock on the outside, but it had a brand new 327 Chevy short block with 350 horsepower. It had a huge four-barrel carburetor and a set of custom exhaust headers. It was running a 4:11 rear end. It was what we called a “sleeper.”
The Sheep's Clothing
The only thing that hinted of anything unusual was the sound of the exhaust, which sounded throaty and powerful, but not raucous, and the “Fiesta” hubcaps. They were big and flashy. They were considered to be cool at the time. It also had a brand new pristine stock two-tone blue paint job.
It was probably a Saturday night. I was sitting around with my sister. My brother-in-law was working. He worked 12-hour night shifts at the morning newspaper, the Commercial Appeal in Memphis.
I asked her if I could borrow John’s car to run over to Marked Tree to see some friends. She said it was OK, just to be careful because he loved his car. The way I drove back then, it only took about an hour.
I showed up in Marked Tree just before dark. I stopped by a barbecue place where I used to work called the “Cow Bar”. I ran into an old friend James Brown. Like just about everyone else around there, he worked for E. Ritter & Co. in some capacity.
Sizing it Up
James seemed to know that the car was something special. He asked to look under the hood. We pulled across the street to an auto parts store. I think it was Hart’s. I popped the hood and he noticed the 327 Valve Covers, the Dual Mag-Spark Ignition and the custom exhuast headers. He grinned, like only James could, and asked me if I wanted to have a little fun. I knew better, but I said, “yes” anyway.
A couple of young men noticed us across from the Cow Bar with the hood raised. They drove across the street. I got the hood closed before they got out of their car. I think it was a new 6-cylinder 1965 Mustang. James told them that it was pretty fast for a ’55 Chevy. He asked them if they knew anyone who would like to go down to the Indian Mounds for a couple of runs.
Off to the Races
That’s all it took. We followed the Mustang down to the Indian Mounds just outside of town. We picked up four or five more cars on the way. Somehow these things get out.
A couple of people sat on each of the mounds to look for traffic and for cops. When it was clear, someone would signal the OK and we would run a quarter-mile drag race. I don’t remember who all we raced that night, but we kept beating everyone who showed up.
Word got out and a 409 Chevy and a 406 Ford came to challenge John’s little ’55. Long story short, it wasn’t even close. The 406 Ford even wanted a second chance using a running start because it was to his advantage. We beat him that way too.
After the racing was over we went back to town, had a barbecue and shake and headed back to Memphis about 1 AM.
I filled the car with gas and cleaned it up as well as I could. I slept well.
Facing the Music
Sunday morning John came in the bedroom, woke me up and asked me where I had been in his car. I admitted that I had gone to Marked Tree. He said, “You raced it, didn’t you?” I asked how he knew. He said, “… It was down two quarts of oil, that’s how I knew... Nobody beat you, did they?” John was a little mad at me, but he was proud of his little ’55 Chevy.
That was the last time. Shortly after that I bought a very cool white-over-green 1957 Ford Fairlane 500 two-door hardtop with a V-8.
I apologize to my young friends who can’t experience this without winding up in jail today. We never ever had an accident or hurt anyone – ourselves or anyone else. There are several drag strips available, including the new one going up in Concord, North Carolina just across from the Lowe’s Motor Speedway.
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My current “sleeper” is a ’96 Firebird Formula with the LT-1 Corvette engine. It has a six-speed manual transmission, z-rated tires that are 255 mm wide, a modified racing suspension and a competition differential (rear end).
Do you think I should bring it back to Marked Tree? I wonder if I can locate James Brown? I’m sure he’s still a good co-pilot.
John Price, you were there! What have you replaced your 1962 Chevy V-8 with?
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