Oh...the Brodcast Power story!
Not really cheating, but.............
1971 in Ogden Utah, there was a single track surviving from the 60s. It was a 275 foot Mille Miglia brand track. It was molded in fibreglass and painted with a surface that had SAND in it, for traction.
I had heard that they had an active program with a lot of racers, but the oddball owners had decided to have a SUMMER series. Now, in the rural western U.S. when the long snowy winter ends, people tend to LEAVE TOWN. Go live in the mountains or desert or someplace else without phones or slot tracks. During the "boom days" there were so many racers that summer still had people racing, 30-40 racers instead of 60-100! But by 71, the numbers had dropped. And the guys in Ogden decided that if they put SERIOUS money into the program they would have racers taking time off to go race. So, they set up a 12 race series that would guarantee $150 for first, 75 for second in every race. The series champion would get $750 and second would get 500. However, if you WON a race, you had to be the race director for the second race. This was supposed to make it less likely that someone would just win a bunch early and end the series. Actually, the track owning brothers were certain that they would never have to pay out the series money as they were entered! Figured they would take turns winning and that would be it.
Anyway, I drove up with my racing partner, great driver, non builder, in his VW Microbus, and checked out the thing. The critical information is this, they had a gated powersupply rated at 12 amps and 18 volts...unregulated! But gating ment that each lane got a minimum of 1.5 amps and 18 volts. Oh GEEZE.
Most of the racers used friends in California to buy SoCal stuff. Commonly 6 oz cars with a 25 single wind. You could, in the day, buy cars for ca $175/200. Investments!
The power supply was the wrinkle. It seemed obvious that you needed a car that was happy on 1.5 amps and 18 volts. So, went back to the bench and dug out a couple of 66 vintage pianowire inlines that were MUCH lighter. Built up a couple motors with lightened cans, 30 s winds and very very good white dots. On the dyno, I was only pulling an amp. Cool!
Sort of. See, running alone with 12 amps, the monster cars FLEW. So, my partner and I qualified DEAD LAST. My partner was whining and moaning and all, and I just kept saying "have faith, my child". Bottom main, 8 cars lined up; power goes on and these FAST cars barely move. They CRAWL down the straaight amp sucking like crazy. Our super light mild cars were just as fast as always. So, we zipped down the straight (80 feet long) into the 90 degree bank, down the short straight to the first dead man and hit the brakes. And swoop through the corner. The rest of the field hit the bank get a mild surge from our hitting the brakes somone panics and hits the brakes and the others get a surge and.. well suddenly 4 cars hit the "dead man" hairpin sooner than explected and crash. That is how that main went!
My partner and I moved up. And did the same in that heat, and so on until we made the money main and ran off and hid. 1-2 finish.
As expected, my partner won, so he ran the next race, which I won and so on.
Now, we did not find out about the series right away, and missed the first 3 races. 4 through 12 we took turns winning. 9 races, 9 wins, $1350. Another 1250 for the series. Oh, my rent for my 2 bedroom apartment in that day was $45. A good year! Tax Free!
Ahh, but broadcast power, you ask? Race 10, they stopped the race before the last heat and disassembled our controllers. "Why" "We think you have batteries in your controller". Huh? "well there is no way you have all that power".
Look guys, your power supply is a gated array that gives... "No No No,we have a great power supply, YOU ARE DOING SOMETHING!"
Ok.
Race 11, they stop the race and insist on crawling under the track looking for some sort of hidden power supply. One of the things I would do in the day, is keep a slot box next to me at the driver panel, incase I needed a tool or something. So, they took apart the box looking for wiring or batteries or SOMETHING.
Race 12, the made me move all my stuff OUT OF THE BUILDING to the Microbus.
"Why?", I asked. "We figure you have some way of broadcasting power to the cars from your box". ................................
"Look guys, If I could broadcast power I would be a billionaire and I wouldnt waste my time making money off you".
Ya, right, they said.
The owners muttered darkly about folks wanting to talk to us in the parking lot. But at the time I was a 235# football player, so that didn't happen. But they told us NOT TO COME BACK.
So, in 73, when they had sort of forgotten or sort of figured they were "much better now", they held the series again, and we returned with the SAME cars and took their money.
The track closed at the end of that summer.
So, that is the story of "Broadcast Power". Some of the guys I race with now, were there, then, and still tease me about that.
Fate