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107 subscribersas the title says, Can Am at Road America from 1967. Interview with Bruce McLaren

 

Tying some racing history together
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See it before it goes away.



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Inside the NASCAR Hall of Fame*********************

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NASCAR Hall of Fame Tour 2013************************

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NASCAR Hall of Fame Museum Tour... Charlotte, NC

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Abandoned tracks in Florida area and other places (updated)
https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...s-fl-area.html

Bonneville History
https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...e-history.html

Daytona History
https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...a-history.html

Drag Racing History
https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/dr...ml#post9366328

This link has some historic drag racing pics.

https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/dr...pics-ever.html


Local historic drag racing track Twin City Oldsmar

https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...florida-4.html


Indianapolis History

https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...ml#post9373490

24 Hours of Lemans history

https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...s-history.html


Lime Rock Park history

https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/au...rock-park.html


Pikes Peak racing history
Is Pikes Peak a road Race?


https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...ml#post9362624


History of Race Cars

https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...ml#post9370578

Road Racing History
https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/g...g-history.html

Sebring history

The way to part 2 "A brief History of Sebring Raceway" is here:
https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/g...-40-posts.html
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This was the original brief history of Sebring part 1
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A bit of stock car racing history

https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...ml#post9362625


Tying some Tampa Racing history together with links: Tampa International Raceway (Fair Grounds)

https://www.tamparacing.com/forums/ge...l-raceway.html

 

Addition to post #35

Rodger Ward – from zero to hero....

when roll bars were below your helmet......

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emailBy Joe Scalzo | May 25, 2024 11:54 AM ET

For a long time, Indy car racing’s most hated player was Rodger Ward, a.k.a. Rodger the Dodger. Ward had earned the hateful alias because of triggering, but somehow avoiding involvement in, two of the most infamous and fatal accidents of the 1950s, the first resulting in the death of Clay Smith, Einstein of Indianapolis mechanics, and the second, Bill Vukovich, America’s Tazio Nuvolari.

Smith died on the mile dirt track of Du Quoin, Illinois. This was the 100-miler where Ward, running last in a bad and brakeless Kurtis-Kraft, was getting lapped by the race-leading Agajanian Kuzma, when the two cars touched. Ward, flipping, was precipitated into the signaling area right where Smith, chief mechanic of the Agajanian, was standing. Smith was highly popular, Ward was not. So, afterward, Smith was mourned and Ward hated.

In May of 1955 all of Indy car racing’s men and women were camped out at the Brickyard, gearing up for another 500. Ward, wrestling yet another evil Kurtis, the Aristo Blue, named after a Los Angeles chinchilla farm, again was the Dodger. Just as Vukovich and his Hopkins Kurtis, the leader, was lapping him, Ward and another Kurtis, Johnny Boyd’s Bardahl, cracked up in the middle of the back straightaway. Vuky, traveling at better than 170 mph, clipped the Aristo Blue, then flew out of the ball park.

This was the end for Ward: his career seemed finished. He was blackballed, couldn’t find rides, and, with nothing better to do, started drinking. Had not the maverick chief mechanic Herb Porter, and the master Offenhauser roadster builder A.J. Watson, taken him in hand, who knows if Ward could have reinvented himself?

Porter put him into his off-the-wall Walcott, “the bent-engine eight ball”; and taught Ward, a dirt track driver, how to race on pavement at Milwaukee and Trenton; Watson loaded Ward up with Leader Card Specials, and, in their six Indy 500s together, Watson and Ward won two and, in the others, never landed out of the top three. As Indy car racing’s greatest geezer chauffeur – he was now in his 40s – Ward next stuffed A.J. Foyt and the rest of the younger, faster, hot dogs out of two seasonal national championships.

No longer was he Rodger the Dodger.
Ward driving his Kurtis Kraft Midget Offenhauser during the 1959 United States GP at Sebring. Ward’s rationale for entering the car was that dirt cars are good at cornering, Sebring had lots of corners, therefore he was onto a winner. That belief held until the first lap of the first practice session. Motorsport Images

In 1940, when Ward still was young, and long before he decided to become a racing driver, Ford Motor Company killed the V8-60, just three model years after its introduction. Nobody seemed to be buying it. But Ward was the champion of the ragamuffin, iron-block, flathead V8-60, often ridiculed as the “Buzzbomb” or the “Shaker,” because all eight of its tiny slamming pistons buzzed and shook. This was in the early 1950s. Ward was living in Los Angeles and racing midgets at glamorous Gilmore Stadium, where his Buzzbomb of choice was the explosive Edelbrock V8-60, when the V8-60 was better than a decade ancient.

Yet to those Gilmore teams too financially pinched to afford a custom, pedigree, full-race, 110 Offy, the Buzzbomb was a highly attractive alternative. To purchase one, there was no need to visit a Ford dealership; all one needed to do was head to a junkyard, pay $25, and drag home a V8-60. Many of Gilmore’s fastest Buzzbombs including the Edelbrock started life that way. Following judicious primping and preening, porting and polishing, boring and stroking, the junkyard refugee could develop 125 horsepower, which equaled the output of the hottest Offys.

A really fast V8-60 like the Edelbrock was identifiable by its exhaust note, which was decidedly non-Offy, and often by its nose and hood. A flaw of the engine was its tendency to overheat if run really hard, which was the only way Ward ever raced. So the result usually was a huge, reinforced radiator, plus so many louvers for cooling that a V8-60’s hood might resemble a slice of Swiss cheese. That’s the way that the Edelbrock, all tricked out and juiced to the hilt with exotic fuels, looked on the hot summer evening of August 10, 1950, when Ward, at peak form, made it the only non-Offy ever to win at Gilmore.

Years afterward, Ward got his mitts on another quick Buzzbomb, the Ken Bren 110 Offy, which first he used to mess with the sports car crowd, led by George Constantine the Greek, in a Formula Libre show at Watkins Glen, and later, with less success, against the Formula 1 gang at Sebring. Reminiscing, Ward once declared that out of all the single-seater and stock car sleds and boxes he ever wrestled, his Edelbrock was by far the hottest.

Joining the Air Force so he could go fight in World War II, Ward spent the war in the cockpits of P-38 fighters, teaching himself to fly in the style of Ray Crawford, racing’s great ace. Upon getting discharged, Ward started racing out on the West Coast, in midgets like the Edelbrock. Of course where he most wanted to be was at Indianapolis.
Ward at the wheel of the Watson-Offy that carried him to his second Indy 500 win in 1962. Image via Indianapolis Motor Speedway

Getting to the Speedway, however, first meant kindergarten of 100-mile dirt track races, which was hunted for talent. One of Ward’s first dirt starts was the Syracuse mile, and the meet was so horrible it now sounds halfway funny. The smash of the match started when one-legged Bill Schindler, leading the race, swerved to miss an ambulance, then simultaneously broke his steering and hit a concrete wall. A second car immediately struck Schindler’s, and, while a third car was spinning to miss the second, a fourth went somersaulting into the sky to avoid hitting the third. In addition to Schindler, the relatively uninjured drivers were Jack McGrath, Buzz Barton, and Chuck Stevenson. Andy Linden, the ex-pug who always seemed to be in the middle of trouble, achieved a broken ankle.

 

Part 2 Roger WardLinden also was indirectly responsible for triggering the melee. A few laps earlier, after his car died on one of the corners, Linden had abandoned it and, while crossing the track, had gotten run down by another car. Either too numb or scared to move, he’d laid there on the ground while the race continued regardless. Henry Banks, the most softhearted of all Indy car chauffeurs, had driven his car into the pits, climbed out and suggested that something really ought to be done about poor Andy, still prostrate on the track. The stewards dispatched an ambulance, traveling in the wrong direction, and this was the meat wagon that Schindler had swerved to avoid.

Mystery, meanwhile, has for better than seven decades surrounded Detroit’s Independence Day 100 of 1953. No one knows why it remains on the books for lasting 51 miles yet really lasted 76, or how Ward won. It was the second of Ward’s 26 champ car wins, and the one he least liked to claim. Additionally, it was the roughest and worse Detroit of all. First, the dirt surface literally blew up in the faces of the drivers. Next, cars began bounding, jumping, dancing, performing leapfrogs over one another and making all drivers acrophobic.

With his shock absorbers destroyed, Johnnie Parsons, the early leader, a physical and emotional wreck, tried showing his ruined palms to anybody willing to look at them, but hardly anybody would, for they were too occupied observing the strange spectacle of Ward and wild Allen Heath –Heath’s specialty was knocking down crashwalls – dueling for first. The pair were inside Detroit’s two worst cars. One month earlier at Indy, in the most heat-ravaged 500 ever run, Ward’s M.E. Walker machine had roasted three different drivers, Ward among them. And in that same 500, Heath’s McNamara Motor Freight car had succeeded in sending its regular driver into full cardiac arrest.

At 51 miles, the horror show was interrupted to civilize the track by dumping water on it. After this, Ward, Heath, and the rest of the shell-shocked drivers were ordered back to their pulverized cars, of which only nine of the starting 18 still were alive, many just barely.
Ward’s second and final US Grand Prix appearance came at Watkins Glen in 1963, and this time he traded the dirt car for a more apropriate Reg Parnell-run, BRM-powered Lotus 24. His race lasted until the gearbox broke on lap 44. Motorsport Images

The drivers, quite naturally, refused to go, even with 30,000 angry spectators poised to riot if they didn’t. Racing only resumed after stewards promised that the standings at 51 miles would be official and all everybody need do was parade slowly around.

Yet even parade lap speeds were sufficient to rip a wheel off Ward’s leading Walker and impale it on the fence; and then, at 76 miles, another luckless driver, Ernie McCoy, got on his top and became another visitor to Detroit’s fracture ward. This last catastrophe was worthwhile only because it forced the race to be stopped for good. In the aftermath, instead of explaining why leader Heath had lost, and why Ward – his Walker still hanging on the wall – had won, everything was buttoned up and has remained one of Indy racing’s most absurd secrets.

The 1950s ended. Violent accidents, hard times and bad habits decimated racing, taking down almost every Indianapolis and dirt track hero except Ward. So, just as the 1960s were kicking in, he was being confronted by a whole new galaxy of young and dangerous faces: first A.J. Foyt, Parnelli Jones, Jim Hurtubise and Bobby Marshman; and then Johnny Rutherford, Mario Andretti, Gordon Johncock, the brothers Unser, and more.

None of them liked Ward, and all of them were cheeky enough to call him “Old Man” to his face. Secretly, though, they were very scared of him, because he knew more about racing and its stratagems than they did, and relished screwing up their minds by getting inside their brains, and then pulling the big con job.

How? Well, because he no longer was capable of “Out-Dick-Tracying them,” as the old Brickyard saw went, Ward had to out-think them by playing dirty tricks. Foyt – judged by Ward his worst threat – was on the receiving end of most of them. This, for instance, was Ward, just before the start of another dirt track 100, staring in phony terror at A.J.’s tire combination, then lecturing him that he must be out of his mind to race on such rubber. Another time, after Foyt carelessly allowed Rodger to shake down his Sheraton Thompson, judged Indy’s best Meyer-Drake roadster, Ward informed Foyt that he found it ill-handling.
Ward failed to qualify for the 500 in 1965 (above), but made the field for a final appearance at the Speedway the following year. Dave Friedman/Motorsport Images

No greenhorn, Foyt was keenly aware of what Ward, the wily old gentleman, was attempting to do to his head, but somehow got sucked in, in spite of himself.

Actually, the fat was in the fire between them at their very first race together, which was 1957’s Springfield 100 during the Illinois State Fair. Then a rookie of 22, Foyt had asked Ward which of two cars available to him he should race. And Ward, perhaps for the first time in a career of dissembling, gave A.J. the information straight. Whereupon Foyt, not wishing Rodger to think he was stupid, or had just fallen off a hay wagon, automatically selected the opposite one. This was the slow crate that Ward, while in the process of winning again, lapped time after time, always flipping off Foyt as he did.

This happened during the Springfield that Rodger hadn’t conspired to win on his own, but with the services of a co-conspirator: Elmer George. George was the rags-to-riches Dust Bowl emigre, son-in-law of the owner of Indianapolis, jilted lover, and bad luck loser who was destined to get shot dead in a gun battle.

George and Ward both had done well in time trials; George qualifying second fastest, Ward fourth-quick. Flanking George on the front row pole position, having broken a five-year-old Springfield record to get there, was young George Amick, a firecracker, expected at the drop of the green, to run away with the Springfield. Ward did not want that happening. And so, conspiring with George, he suggested that, at the start, George keep Amick all pinned up.

George did exactly as he was instructed. Biting on Ward’s bait, he swerved low to plug up Amick, causing the top groove to break wide open just when Ward needed it. Ward disappeared and won in a runaway. Afterwards, he might have been ashamed at how he’d flummoxed poor George, but wasn’t. That was racing.

Indy car racing’s biggest switcheroo occurred in the 1960s, when front- engined roadster dinosaurs were replaced by rear-engine “funny cars”. Ward at first liked the funnies , believing them superior to the dinosaurs. Indeed, in 1964, he raced Watson’s copycat Rolla Volstedt funny car to a close second place, and should have won, but for a colossal refueling blunder.

Ward lost his affection for Indy’s funnies in 1966, when a maniac of a supercharged Offy so scared him that he announced his retirement, saying the sport no longer was fun – as if racing at the horror houses of Syracuse and Detroit had been.

Ward died, aged 83, in 2004. It was a few years earlier that he and I shared our final conversation. Having just gotten home from another 500, I’d witnessed the usual curious episodes, the best by far being the qualifying run of a visiting Italian, Teo Fabi. Having wrapped up his time trial, Fabi was interviewed and asked how the 10-mile adventure had gone. His reply, in perfect English, went out over the public address. The Italian volunteered that his automobile had gone loose around Turn 1, pushed through 2 and 4, and had some other abnormality around 3. Before the words were out of Fabi’s mouth, all the engineers and chief mechanics of the next teams in line to qualify used Fabi’s info to eradicate oversteer and understeer in their own sleds by taking out trim, screwing three more degrees of wing into their noses, and then, of course, their drivers had proceeded to go plaster Fabi by time- trialing faster and shoving him several rows behind them on the grid.

When I told this anecdote to Ward, he’d groaned, rolled his eyes, slapped his head in disbelief, and demanded to know if all modern drivers were as honest and accommodating as this Italian. Did all of them spill the frijoles that way?! Obviously he must resume racing at once!

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Honoring the architect of Rodger Ward's strangest win

INSIGHT: Honoring the architect of Rodger Ward's strangest win

In July of 1959 a race was staged at Lime Rock Park which, according to the wonderful story written by Brock Yates for Car & Driver in 1999, was supposed to elevate the status of sports cars and road racing. Instead of running for trophies, there was to be a sizeable cash purse in hopes of attracting name drivers instead of doctors and lawyers. And it did, as Mexico’s heroes Pedro and Ricardo Rodriguez were entered, along with Indy 500 stars Duane Carter and Bettenhausen. But Brenn had no plans to run until he got a phone call. Image by Don Cooke; courtesy Dave Nichols/Barcboys.com


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By: Robin Miller | July 30, 2019 2:16 PM


Ken Brenn is one of the most decorated car owners in open-wheel history, with a career that spans six decades and includes a phone book’s worth of talent behind the wheel.

During his years of owning, towing, wrenching and maintaining midgets, sprints and Indy cars, Brenn won a lot of races with guys like Tony Bettenhausen, Don Branson, Bobby Unser, Pancho Carter, Larry Dickson, Len Duncan, Johnny Coy, Jack Turner, Jiggs Peters, Bruce Walkup and Jimmy Caruthers. He also gave Mark Donohue his first-ever ride in a rear-engine midget.

For the next three nights Kyle Larson, will wheel a midget for Keith Kunz honoring the 92-year-old Brenn as part of USAC’s Pennsylvania Midget Week. But one of the best chapters of this New Jersey native’s career came compliments of Rodger Ward in a very unlikely pairing that produced a very unlikely victory.

“I came home one night and my wife Dottie told me that Rodger Ward had called,” said Brenn, who was in the business of building roads to feed his racing habit. “Well, he’d just won Indy and was a big star, and he didn’t know me from Adam. I didn’t believe her, so I didn’t call him back right away. Besides, I couldn’t afford to hire a guy like Ward, he’d want too much money.”

Well, they finally connected, and Ward revealed he was to get $2,000 in appearance fees so he suggested splitting that with Brenn and taking 40 percent of what he won in the race. A deal was made and they finally met just before Ward strapped in for the first practice session. “He was right at the track record in just a few laps,” recalled Brenn, who attends the IndyCar race at Pocono every year.

Oh yeah, one small detail that needs to be pointed out. Ward was driving a Kurtis-Kraft midget with an Offenhauser engine and a standard in-and-out gearbox against the Aston Martins, Ferraris and Maseratis.

Image by Don Cooke; courtesy Dave Nichols/Barcboys.com


After Ward broke John Fitch’s track record and won the pole position, the captain of the Maserati team, Rex Wingate, congratulated Brenn and then predicted his car wouldn’t be around at the end because the track would kill their brakes. The program called for a pair of 20-lap heats followed by a 60-lapper.

“Rodger cooled it in the first one and finished third and then we won the second heat and we changed brakes after each race,” continued Brenn, who still possess a fantastic memory and looks as good as he thinks. “We had to load it up with fuel for the main event, so we dropped back at the start while we burned off some fuel.”

But when Ward passed an Aston Martin on the outside to take the lead a third of way into the finale, he immediately began pulling away.

“Tony Bettenhausen had got out of the car he was supposed to drive because it was a dog, so he was running our pit board,” said Brenn, chuckling at the memory of the USAC national champion volunteering for that job. “Rodger had a five or six second lead but Tony kept putting up one second, and I kept asking him why. He said ‘because Ward is lazy and we don’t want him relaxing too much.’”

When the checkered flag fell, the Indy champ and his mighty midget had dusted the field and humbled the sports cars on their own turf.

“Ward had a Champ Car race the next day so he had a helicopter waiting on him, and after we shook hands he told me he’d just keep all the deal money and I could have all the purse,” said Brenn. “Well, it was $4,900, and that was a haul in 1959.”

The 6-foot trophy that supposedly went to the winning team had vanished shortly after the victory celebration, so Brenn tracked it down. “A few Mexicans were taking it apart and loading it into a box, and I yelled at them that it belonged to me,” he said. “They said ‘No, this is Pedro’s (Rodriguez) trophy, he was supposed to win and if he doesn’t get it, nobody does.’

“So I didn’t get the trophy, but I got one of the most satisfying wins of my life and a damn good payday. No midget race ever paid like that.”

 

Honoring the architect of Rodger Ward's strangest winSee Post #35...

Honoring the architect of Rodger Ward's strangest win

INSIGHT: Honoring the architect of Rodger Ward's strangest win

In July of 1959 a race was staged at Lime Rock Park which, according to the wonderful story written by Brock Yates for Car & Driver in 1999, was supposed to elevate the status of sports cars and road racing. Instead of running for trophies, there was to be a sizeable cash purse in hopes of attracting name drivers instead of doctors and lawyers. And it did, as Mexico’s heroes Pedro and Ricardo Rodriguez were entered, along with Indy 500 stars Duane Carter and Bettenhausen. But Brenn had no plans to run until he got a phone call. Image by Don Cooke; courtesy Dave Nichols/Barcboys.com


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By: Robin Miller | July 30, 2019 2:16 PM


Ken Brenn is one of the most decorated car owners in open-wheel history, with a career that spans six decades and includes a phone book’s worth of talent behind the wheel.

During his years of owning, towing, wrenching and maintaining midgets, sprints and Indy cars, Brenn won a lot of races with guys like Tony Bettenhausen, Don Branson, Bobby Unser, Pancho Carter, Larry Dickson, Len Duncan, Johnny Coy, Jack Turner, Jiggs Peters, Bruce Walkup and Jimmy Caruthers. He also gave Mark Donohue his first-ever ride in a rear-engine midget.

For the next three nights Kyle Larson, will wheel a midget for Keith Kunz honoring the 92-year-old Brenn as part of USAC’s Pennsylvania Midget Week. But one of the best chapters of this New Jersey native’s career came compliments of Rodger Ward in a very unlikely pairing that produced a very unlikely victory.

“I came home one night and my wife Dottie told me that Rodger Ward had called,” said Brenn, who was in the business of building roads to feed his racing habit. “Well, he’d just won Indy and was a big star, and he didn’t know me from Adam. I didn’t believe her, so I didn’t call him back right away. Besides, I couldn’t afford to hire a guy like Ward, he’d want too much money.”

Well, they finally connected, and Ward revealed he was to get $2,000 in appearance fees so he suggested splitting that with Brenn and taking 40 percent of what he won in the race. A deal was made and they finally met just before Ward strapped in for the first practice session. “He was right at the track record in just a few laps,” recalled Brenn, who attends the IndyCar race at Pocono every year.

Oh yeah, one small detail that needs to be pointed out. Ward was driving a Kurtis-Kraft midget with an Offenhauser engine and a standard in-and-out gearbox against the Aston Martins, Ferraris and Maseratis.

Image by Don Cooke; courtesy Dave Nichols/Barcboys.com


After Ward broke John Fitch’s track record and won the pole position, the captain of the Maserati team, Rex Wingate, congratulated Brenn and then predicted his car wouldn’t be around at the end because the track would kill their brakes. The program called for a pair of 20-lap heats followed by a 60-lapper.

“Rodger cooled it in the first one and finished third and then we won the second heat and we changed brakes after each race,” continued Brenn, who still possess a fantastic memory and looks as good as he thinks. “We had to load it up with fuel for the main event, so we dropped back at the start while we burned off some fuel.”

But when Ward passed an Aston Martin on the outside to take the lead a third of way into the finale, he immediately began pulling away.

“Tony Bettenhausen had got out of the car he was supposed to drive because it was a dog, so he was running our pit board,” said Brenn, chuckling at the memory of the USAC national champion volunteering for that job. “Rodger had a five or six second lead but Tony kept putting up one second, and I kept asking him why. He said ‘because Ward is lazy and we don’t want him relaxing too much.’”

When the checkered flag fell, the Indy champ and his mighty midget had dusted the field and humbled the sports cars on their own turf.

“Ward had a Champ Car race the next day so he had a helicopter waiting on him, and after we shook hands he told me he’d just keep all the deal money and I could have all the purse,” said Brenn. “Well, it was $4,900, and that was a haul in 1959.”

The 6-foot trophy that supposedly went to the winning team had vanished shortly after the victory celebration, so Brenn tracked it down. “A few Mexicans were taking it apart and loading it into a box, and I yelled at them that it belonged to me,” he said. “They said ‘No, this is Pedro’s (Rodriguez) trophy, he was supposed to win and if he doesn’t get it, nobody does.’

“So I didn’t get the trophy, but I got one of the most satisfying wins of my life and a damn good payday. No midget race ever paid like that.”

__________________

 

INSIGHT: Honoring the architect of Rodger Ward's strangest win

Image by Don Cooke; courtesy Dave Nichols/Barcboys.com
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emailBy Robin Miller | July 30, 2019 2:16 PM ET

Ken Brenn is one of the most decorated car owners in open-wheel history, with a career that spans six decades and includes a phone book’s worth of talent behind the wheel.

During his years of owning, towing, wrenching and maintaining midgets, sprints and Indy cars, Brenn won a lot of races with guys like Tony Bettenhausen, Don Branson, Bobby Unser, Pancho Carter, Larry Dickson, Len Duncan, Johnny Coy, Jack Turner, Jiggs Peters, Bruce Walkup and Jimmy Caruthers. He also gave Mark Donohue his first-ever ride in a rear-engine midget.

For the next three nights Kyle Larson, will wheel a midget for Keith Kunz honoring the 92-year-old Brenn as part of USAC’s Pennsylvania Midget Week. But one of the best chapters of this New Jersey native’s career came compliments of Rodger Ward in a very unlikely pairing that produced a very unlikely victory.

In July of 1959 a race was staged at Lime Rock Park which, according to the wonderful story written by Brock Yates for Car & Driver in 1999, was supposed to elevate the status of sports cars and road racing. Instead of running for trophies, there was to be a sizeable cash purse in hopes of attracting name drivers instead of doctors and lawyers. And it did, as Mexico’s heroes Pedro and Ricardo Rodriguez were entered, along with Indy 500 stars Duane Carter and Bettenhausen. But Brenn had no plans to run until he got a phone call.

“I came home one night and my wife Dottie told me that Rodger Ward had called,” said Brenn, who was in the business of building roads to feed his racing habit. “Well, he’d just won Indy and was a big star, and he didn’t know me from Adam. I didn’t believe her, so I didn’t call him back right away. Besides, I couldn’t afford to hire a guy like Ward, he’d want too much money.”

Well, they finally connected, and Ward revealed he was to get $2,000 in appearance fees so he suggested splitting that with Brenn and taking 40 percent of what he won in the race. A deal was made and they finally met just before Ward strapped in for the first practice session. “He was right at the track record in just a few laps,” recalled Brenn, who attends the IndyCar race at Pocono every year.

Oh yeah, one small detail that needs to be pointed out. Ward was driving a Kurtis-Kraft midget with an Offenhauser engine and a standard in-and-out gearbox against the Aston Martins, Ferraris and Maseratis.
Image by Don Cooke; courtesy Dave Nichols/Barcboys.com

After Ward broke John Fitch’s track record and won the pole position, the captain of the Maserati team, Rex Wingate, congratulated Brenn and then predicted his car wouldn’t be around at the end because the track would kill their brakes. The program called for a pair of 20-lap heats followed by a 60-lapper.

“Rodger cooled it in the first one and finished third and then we won the second heat and we changed brakes after each race,” continued Brenn, who still possess a fantastic memory and looks as good as he thinks. “We had to load it up with fuel for the main event, so we dropped back at the start while we burned off some fuel.”

But when Ward passed an Aston Martin on the outside to take the lead a third of way into the finale, he immediately began pulling away.

“Tony Bettenhausen had got out of the car he was supposed to drive because it was a dog, so he was running our pit board,” said Brenn, chuckling at the memory of the USAC national champion volunteering for that job. “Rodger had a five or six second lead but Tony kept putting up one second, and I kept asking him why. He said ‘because Ward is lazy and we don’t want him relaxing too much.’”

When the checkered flag fell, the Indy champ and his mighty midget had dusted the field and humbled the sports cars on their own turf.

“Ward had a Champ Car race the next day so he had a helicopter waiting on him, and after we shook hands he told me he’d just keep all the deal money and I could have all the purse,” said Brenn. “Well, it was $4,900, and that was a haul in 1959.”

The 6-foot trophy that supposedly went to the winning team had vanished shortly after the victory celebration, so Brenn tracked it down. “A few Mexicans were taking it apart and loading it into a box, and I yelled at them that it belonged to me,” he said. “They said ‘No, this is Pedro’s (Rodriguez) trophy, he was supposed to win and if he doesn’t get it, nobody does.’

“So I didn’t get the trophy, but I got one of the most satisfying wins of my life and a damn good payday. No midget race ever paid like that.”