The ultimate for all American land speed racers was/is Bonneville. For many, their paths lead to the Indianapolis 500. The all-American racers who competed at Indy from its inception to the ’50s would give way to the foreign influence in the ’60s.

John Cooper had radically changed the design of his Formula 1 Grand Prix car from front-engine to rear-engine with Jack Brabham winning the F1 World Championship in a rear-engine Cooper in 1959, forcing every F1 team to follow suit. The rear-engine revolution was coming our way. It was either join them or get left in their methanol fumes. Of course the hot rodders weren’t about to let that happen. With our abundance of resourcefulness we let it be known we weren’t quite finished with Indy. So the Yanks and Brits teamed up (as we’ve been known to do in the past) to speed the demise of the front-engine roadsters. Bill Fowler, one of those all-American racers, from Sylmar, California, was there.

“I went to Roosevelt High School in East L.A.,” began Bill (born in 1930). “I had a Model A roadster in school, pretty much a stocker. I was lucky to have a car because my parents didn’t have a lot of money. I paid for it with my newspaper money. After I graduated in 1948, I went into the Air Force. After I got through basic training, I went back home and I drove my roadster to Amarillo, Texas, … it was a fun trip because I’d never done anything like that before in my bone-stock Model A. It never missed a beat during the trip.

“I went into aircraft engine mechanic school, graduating at the top of my class and I became an instructor. I had the Model A all through the service; at one point I had enough money to put a Cragar overhead-valve cylinder head on the engine. I had the roadster for seven years.”

Bonneville

While in high school Bill took the Red Car (trolley) into downtown L.A. and sold newspapers on the corner of 7th and Broadway: “The newsstand is where I saw the first issues of Hot Rod magazine; that’s how I learned about Bonneville and wanted to go and race there one day.”

Bill realized his dream and went to Bonneville in 1954, hauling his Harley behind his ’46 Ford pickup, sleeping in the truck once there. “I didn’t know the kid who went up there with me,” says Bill. “He was riding a Triumph but didn’t have a way to get there and I had room for two bikes in my truck. He was hurt really bad when he lost control of the bike because he was only wearing swim trunks, like Rollie Free, when he crashed. He felt the trunks had the least wind resistance. Back then, you didn’t have to have the fancy boots, leathers, and a helmet like today.” (Free positioned himself flat with his feet sticking straight out the back of his Vincent Black Lightning motorcycle with a shower cap, a bathing suit, and sneakers, resulting in a record and the most famous photo in motorcycling history, in 1948.)

“I had my Harley all the time I was in the Air Force and rode it home on leave to California, it always handled beautifully but it did not want to go straight down that salt. It was hunting all the way down and I wasn’t real comfortable riding the thing. I went 135 mph on my Knucklehead Harley on gas at Bonneville and it was scary!

“After my discharge, Jerry Eisert and I started a small tune-up and speed shop in Montebello, California, called Automotive Specialty, in 1955. We had customers who had hot rods and customers who had sports cars.”

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