50 Years of NASCAR Racing ~ Post 45
By Matt McLaughlin
Editor’s note: This article is part of a special reprise of Matt McLaughlin’s “50 Years of NASCAR Racing”, written and published in 1998 in commemoration of NASCAR ‘s 50th Anniversary celebration that year. In keeping with the RacersReunion mission of passing the history of our sport down to younger fans, Matt has kindly granted us permission to run the entire series. Please, sit back and enjoy as you take a journey back through the pages of history and perhaps relive a memory or two. Many thanks to Matt for his generosity in sharing. God bless you, my friend.
In the late sixties, Ford and Chrysler were engaged in a no holds barred, budget be damned battle for supremacy on the NASCAR Grand National circuit, and of course in the hearts and minds of NASCAR fans, who made up a lot of their customers. That “Win at any cost” attitude gave rise to some pretty odd looking race cars, the automotive equivalent of the platypus, both on the street and the track. It was Richard Petty’s dominance in the 1967 season, that caused Ford to fire off the first salvo in the great aero wars of 1968-1970.
Ford executives were grinding their teeth to calcium powder after watching Petty streak to 27 wins in 1967, behind the bellowing 426 Hemi that was already the stuff of legends. Ford had already decided they would build a Hemi engine of their own, and stylist Larry Shinoda gave the engine its moniker, “Boss 429″. “Boss” was a short lived part of American slang, that meant “The coolest.” But a new science was in its infancy at that point, aerodynamics, with the first wind tunnels large enough to accommodate a full size automobile having been built. As speeds increased it became more and more necessary for the designers to try to find a way to make their cars, most of which looked like taxi cabs at that point, get on friendly terms with the wind. Ford was first to experiment, and in 1968 the lovely but boxy Fairlane was replaced with the Torino, a fast back body style with a sloped rear roof that stretched almost back to the end of the rear decklid. David Pearson would dominate that year in a blue and gold Torino.
The Chrysler camp was caught with their corporate pants around their ankles. While to most eyes the Road Runners and Chargers of the era were a far better looking car, to the wind the boxy Mopars were an affront the equivalent of a barn door. A recessed grill trapped air rather than letting it flow evenly over the car. A concave rear window actually produced lift taking weight off the rear wheels, making the cars, “bad loose”, which led to bad wrecks, and of course bad results. Work quickly began on the Charger “500″ (so named either after the length of a typical speedway race, or the fact NASCAR rules at that point required 500 street going versions be built before the car could be raced, depending on who you talk to.) The grill was extended forward to the front bumper and the rear window area was filled and laid even with the body work, which took extensive retooling and left the car with a trunk opening about the size of a mail slot. As an interesting foot note, when Chrysler tried to rush the car into production to get it legalized, they could not build 500 cars fast enough. When a NASCAR inspector came to make his count, cars from the beginning of the line were driven out the front door and around again to the back of the line so they would be counted twice. Only 392 of the vehicles were actually built. The Dodge boys may have been grinning that they got away with their chicanery but the smile was about to be wiped off their faces. Big time. Ford had a secret weapon of their own and showed the car to one driver in particular, who after seeing the car, decided the Fords would be faster. In December of 1968 Richard Petty stunned the racing world by announcing he was terminating his long association with Plymouth and would be driving a Ford in 1969, a move that had flags flying at half staff at Plymouth dealers all over the Southeast. Imagine the producers of ER telling the NBC execs he was moving his program to CBS effective immediately.
The car Petty had seen at the Ford skunkworks was to be dubbed the Torino “Talladega” after the as yet unfinished track Bill France was building in Alabama. The nose of the standard Torino had been extended forward several inches and allowed to droop in a concession to aerodynamics. The grill had been moved forward, and conveniently enough, the rear bumper to a Torino was found to fit the front end of the new car almost flush and served as a crude front spoiler. While no one would call the result pretty, (it looked rather like the clay model styling buck for the car had been left in the sun too long) the wind loved it. Petty won his first race out in a Ford at Riverside, California in January of 1969. The Ford teams did suffer a minor setback at Daytona. They arrived with their own Hemispherical head “Boss” engines at Daytona, but Bill France was not convinced enough of the street counterparts had been built as of yet. Interestingly enough, street versions of the Talladega (and later its sister car, the Mercury Cyclone Spoiler II) were fitted with the standard head 428 Cobra Jet engine, while Ford legalized the Boss 429 by shoehorning it into the Boss 429 Mustang. The Ford teams were forced to yank their Boss engines and go back to the tried and true 427 mills. Still, the Fords stomped the Dodges at Daytona, and embarrassed Chrysler executives had to admit they had been outfoxed. So it was back to the drawing boards.
Dodge’s answer to the Talladega was a cartoonish looking car they would dub the “Daytona” as a shot at Ford for using the “Talladega” name on a car that debuted at Daytona. And the target date to debut the Dodge Daytona was naturally enough the grand opening of the Talladega speedway. A picture is worth a thousand words so here is Bobby Isaac’s K and K Insurance Dodge Daytona.
At least a bunch of those thousand words would be “ugly.” The nose of the car was extended down to a pointed beak, and the huge rear wing was added to the decklid of the car. There are at least some hints that a shorter spoiler might actually have been more effective, but there was the glaring problem of having to be able to open the trunk on the street legal version. In testing at Chrysler’s private 5 mile oval, Charlie Glotzbach was able to circle the track at 243 miles per hour in a race trim Daytona. The Dodge boys were back in the game.
The street legal variants were a bit of a problem. The flip open headlight doors looked like they were carved in a with a chisel in a kindergarten sandbox by the dumbest kid there. Making the fragile extended nose enter combat in a crowded parking lot was like running naked through a briar patch. Customers showed up at the lots to ogle the beasts and left in droves without buying them, the more aesthetically delicate stricken with hysterical blindness. As hard as it might be to believe, with a Dodge Daytona a high-dollar collectible today, they were a slow seller in their time, and some dealers actually replaced the nose with a standard piece and removed the rear wing just to unload the cars. On the other hand, I did have the privilege of driving a Dodge Daytona years ago, and short of piloting a Rose Bowl float loaded with naked woman in a funereal procession, nothing gets more attention.
The Daytona’s big coming out party was marred by the PDA strike at Talladega (See “Showdown In Alabama”) but the cars did finish one-two at that event. After that, the Fords reasserted themselves, and won most of the races, with the notable exception of Bobby Isaac taking the season finale at College Station in his winged thingy. David Pearson took the title in his Ford Talladega.
But there was still more behind the scenes plotting going on. Richard Petty had not had the best year of his career in the Ford. He won “only” ten races (as compared to 27 in 1967) and finished second in the points. Plymouth lured him back to the fold with their own winged warrior, to be dubbed the Superbird, a play on the standard car’s Road Runner nameplate. Street versions of the car featured a cartoon of the popular Warner Brother’s cartoon nemesis of Wile E. Coyote, carrying a crash helmet, but there was nothing funny about how blindingly fast Superbirds would be on the track in 1970. Production of the Daytona stopped as NASCAR allowed cars up to three years old to compete in Grand National events, and Dodge dealers weren’t exactly hollering for 500 more of the slow selling cars. NASCAR had upped the ante and required that to be legal for stock car racing 1000 units, or at least one for every two sales agencies that sold the car, be available to the public, whichever number was greater. Plymouth bit the bullet and eventually cranked out 1920 Superbirds for public consumption to a less than enthusiastic response by the buyers, to lure back Petty . As a side note there may have been as many as three Daytonas built, officially titled as 1970s, one complete with a power sunroof, a 440 Six Pack engine, leather interior and a retina burning “Plum Crazy” purple paint job. An informed source and owner of Ramo Scott’s old Superbird, Ken Noffsinger, tells me while these cars were built, they probably lacked the flush rear window glass.
(Editor’s note: It is my understanding that the car pictured here is not a factory-built 1970 Dodge Daytona, which means someone did this on purpose. Lacking any of the pictures that originally accompanied these articles, I substitute as best I can when necessary. Therefore, it is not the “sunroof” described by Matt, but it gives you the general idea of how “lovely” those Daytonas were not.)
Though the cars look similar, building the Superbird was a lot harder challenge than the Daytonas , and the major parts, even the rear wing, are not interchangeable. (I’m told a few parts of the headlight assembly were the only interchangeable body parts.) Differences in the front fenders forced Plymouth to McGuyver on Dodge Coronet front fenders to their car in order to accommodate the pointy beak. The rear window area was not as easily modified as the Dodge, and the resultant surgery required a vinyl roof on street cars to cover up the butchery of the operation. Lessons learned in the wind tunnel led to a subtle redesign of the rear wing. And of course, most importantly, Plymouth installed Richard Petty behind the wheel of one of their race cars.
There was a major shake up at Ford that off season. Fearing the new Superbird would dominate the series, and facing a full redesign on the Torino, the Ford engineers developed a new aero warrior, complete with a pointed beak even more awkward then the Mopar efforts. The result, the King Cobra, was so awkward the window sticker probably would have had to be printed in Braille to appeal to the only buyers who would consider the car. But the King Cobra was stillborn. Lee Iacocca, who would have you believe he loved performance cars but did not, became president of Ford. Muscle car sales were declining due to the evil tag team of high insurance rates and government emission regulations, and Lee decided the future lay in such automotive atrocities as the Pinto and Maverick, not big block muscle cars. He slashed Ford’s racing budget 75% and cut funding to the King Cobra project. In doing so Ford sent up the white flag in their battle with Chrysler.
The Superbird won its first time out at the Daytona 500. Richard Petty lost an engine, but his teammate Pete Hamilton carried the Plymouth colors across the line for the biggest win of his career. Chrysler entries would win 38 of 47 races that year, and Bobby Isaac drove a year old Daytona (the car pictured above) to the Grand National championship. Let me point out here, the winged Dodges and Plymouths were normally only run on the Superspeedways. Their aerodynamic edge was not of any benefit on the short tracks or the few remaining dirt tracks on the schedule, and the nose was too fragile to survive the abuse. Still, the Mopar boys’ winning percentage was a fitting swan song for the last year of the Superbirds in NASCAR competition. At the end of the 1970 season, Bill France, who wanted the cars on his tracks to resemble more closely what Mom and Pop drove to church on Sunday, issued an edict that starting in 1971 any aerodynamic special car could only run a 305 cubic inch engine, while the standard cars could still run 426 Hemis and Boss 429′s. Thus the aero wars died not with a bang, but a whimper, at the whim of Bill France. Both Ford and Chrysler race executives were enraged after having invested all that money, thinking the cars would be legal at least three years, and the stage was set for the factories to pull the plug on their racing programs in NASCAR.
AFTERMATH- At the end of 1970 Chrysler announced they would only sponsor two drivers in 1971, Richard Petty in a Plymouth and Buddy Baker in a Petty Enterprises Dodge. Among those that got the ax were Grand National champion Bobby Isaac, and Bobby Allison, who came in second in the points in 1970. November 19th, 1970 Ford went one better and announced they would not sponsor any cars at all in 1971. Chrysler withdrew in 72. Those street versions of the Dodge Daytona and Plymouth Superbirds that were such slow sellers in 69 and 70 are now highly sought after and expensive collectibles. A prime car with the Hemi powerplant can bring upwards of $100,000. The Talladega and the Spoiler II are a bit more modestly priced, and if you look hard, you might find a Mercury with a factory option naming the car in honor of either Cale Yarborough or Dan Gurney, a USAC racing standout of that time, the first production cars ever named in honor of race drivers.
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“The Superbird won its first time out at the Daytona 500″
I think the Superbird ran at Riverside on Jan 18th, 1970. I recall seeing photos of Dan Gurney in a Superbird, and he didn’t run the June race.
I also disagree that the Torino was not as handsome as a Roadrunner. You could put up a fair argument for the Charger though. In addition, I think the Daytona & Superbird are very attractive although I’m not sure I’d want to drive a street car with two feet of the nose hidden from view.
It’s a shame that we didn’t get another season of them but that’s one of the things that makes 1970 so special.
Well, it might have been it’s first time at Daytona, but you are correct Andy; Dan drove a Superbird from the Riverside pole to a 6th place finish in his only Grand National race that year.
I never found the Torino ugly at all. I kind of liked it. Can’t say the same for those Daytonas though… especially in “Plum Crazy.” I do recall having conversation with Matt several years after this whole anthology was written, and we agreed that the ugliest car to hit the road to that date… and I’m pretty sure, to this one, was the Pontiac Aztec, arrayed in lovely baby diaper mustard yellow. No, it never raced or chased, and I doubt it ever attracted one head to turn it’s way, except perhaps in derision.
~PattyKay
“Bill France, who wanted the cars on his tracks to resemble more closely what Mom and Pop drove to church on Sunday…”
I am thankful that Brian France may have somehow finally stumbled over one of his grandfather’s secrets.
Anyone not following the NASCAR GN circuit in 1969 cannot begin to undersatnd how big the story was of Richard Petty leavinng Plymouth for Ford. As a fan, I shared the angst of the Plymouth dealers.
Dave, that move was HUGE! It’s well over 40 years ago and I know folks that still haven’t gotten over the idea of the King in a Ford. It just flew in the face of what some saw as holy. No, it didn’t bother me all that much. Might be sacrilegious, but I was more a Cale Yarborough fan and never got over-involved with the one guy that had all the money and sponsorship at the time. Kinda like today. I pulled SO hard for Keselowski and that Dodge… the only Dodge team on the track.
Underdogs or underfunded are always appealing to me. You just feel SO much better if you get even a crumb, never mind the whole cake!
Patty, i’m with you. The Wood brothers winning daytona
in 2011 was priceless.would be awsome to see them run full time again.
Great article matt. I was born in 66, so i don’t remember these battles. but always love reading about them.
Yes Bob, I cheered loudly and lustily for Trevor Bayne that day, and it was even better because the first generation, Glen and Leonard Wood were there in Victory Lane with the youngster, making it a victory and and a photo-op for the ages.
When I told the racing world that these lost files had been found and that Matt had entrusted me with their care and nurturing, I promised a remarkable anthology of the history of stock car racing over its first 50 years. So far, I haven’t heard anyone that is disappointed. I’m glad you’re enjoying the ride. We’re almost halfway now. I’ll be sorry when it has to end.
I would agree that the street versions of those winged wonders left me scratching my head; but the Grand National stock cars were a thing of beauty. Sitting lower with wide tires that filled the wheel wells, stock painted rims (I know they were not stock rims but they were not those hub cap looking street versions), and numbers on the doors made a world of differnece. I’ll never forget coming up out of the tunnel into the infield at Talladega in 1970 and looking back to see a group of Superbirds and Daytonas making their way through turns 3 and 4. What a sight, they made beautiful race cars.
Well Dennis, they do say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so for you, they were beautiful. I suspect that is because they were race cars. I’ve never watched a couple of parade laps of those rolling billboards prior to taking the green flag that I wasn’t struck by their beauty. Parked next to them in a Wal-Mart lot however, they aren’t really all that attractive sometimes.
As Matt pointed out, they had to leave the big wing on the street version so that one could access the trunk… a design flaw probably second to none. The colors they added in that era didn’t help matters. I can’t remember all the names, but Plum Crazy had siblings that were burnt orange, lime green and a particularly horrid shade of screaming yellow. Any or all could make one an instant fan of black. I used to call them “Wake up colors.”
Given my druthers of a car to just sit and look at, the ’57 Bel Air convertible tops the list, but about anything from that time period through ’62 or so was gorgeous. Those were the cars that were longer than my house… and would never fit into the garage or parking space of today… but they all had matching interiors to compliment the exteriors.
Patty,
The insane colors of late 60s early 70s Mopars were called “High Impact” colors, an extra cost option. The color you refer to is either Lemon Twist yellow or Curious Yellow which had a greenish tint to it. (The color was named after a porno movie of the era. That one slipped by the corporate types though they did nix “Statutory Grape” which went on to become Plum Crazy and In-violet.) THe most disturbing of the colors was Panther Pink/Moulin Rouge, a Pepto Bismal pink color that seared your retinas. I have seen with my own eyes a Patnher Pink Challenger 6-Pak. I looked away in horror. Who the Hell ordered that thing. Then to top it off, Chrsler offered a vinyl roof treatment called “The Mod Top”. (Mod, short for modern and slang of the day to say it was very hip.) It was actually a lurid floral pattern in color like the wall paper in your grannies parlor. Whoever ordered those tops must not have gotten the message not to drop the brown acid at Woodstock….it’s a bummer, man.
Matt, thanks so much for dropping by. Always great to hear from you, and thanks for the education on the “high impact” colors. As soon as you mentioned it, I saw Panther Pink in my mind’s eye, and dang near poked it out! Pepto Bismol is an excellent description… and that stuff would make you almost as sick as seeing a car done to match.
Did you love the Passion Purple convertible I found to display the Daytona? I figured that said “Ugly” in about six languages. So… update me… is that Pontiac Aztec (RIP Pontiac) still the ugliest ever marketed? The stuff today can’t begin to compete. They all look like potatoes.
Oops, forgot one of the more controversial high impact colors, “Catch Me If You Can Copper” It just sounds like a weird name until you recall “copper” was slang for the police or the fuzz as we called them back then and these cars were regularly street raced. The PBA sent a letter to Chrysler and the color was renamed.
The green color Patty mentions is called “Sub-lime” and if you were to cough up phlegm that color you’d head to the ER. It usually disgraced AAR Cudas but could be ordered on anything from a Dart right up to a full size Fury.
Obviously, someone at Chrysler had one helluva sense of humor or one mountainous chip on his shoulder. They might have called it “Sub-lime”, but I always referred to it as Liver-Bile green. Works for me, though your phlegm comparison is spot on as well.
Don’t be such a stranger. Folks here hate having to settle for me. It’s like comparing the real thing to Memorex, you know? I’m second best, at best.
I have to thank you one more time, or maybe a million more times, for allowing us to run this series. I hope I’m making you look good. I’m doing my best.
~PattyKay
the but ugly orange color was GO MAN GO it was on parr with ganggreen
Thanks Donald! I knew there was an orange one to go with all those other horrid hues. I think it was all some sort of bitter practical joke, and someone got to say, “See, I TOLD you I could get away with it!”
Patty, I’m honored to have the series running here. Yeah, the Aztek still takes the cake, but honorable mentions have to go out to the twin ugly sister Renaults, the Fuego Turbo and the Alliance GTA. Runner up in USA iron would be the humpback Sevilles with thier fake convertible roof and a sun roof in the midst of it. Spent a lot of miles rolling in one of those belonging to a buddy and it accelerated and handled as bad as it looked. Eventually he put it on its roof.
My absence hasn’t been voluntary. Shortly before Thanksgiving I thought I had a bad cold. Finally went to the doctor and found out I had pnuemonia in both lungs. Doctor wanted me to go the hospital. I asked if we could try anti-biotics instead. She told me if I didn’t get to the hospital I’d likely be dead in 48 hours. That kind of gets your attention. Long story short, three weeks in the hospital, two surgeries, and six weeks living with a friend cause I could barely walk to the bathroom. It’s only been ten days since I could do my own grocery shopping or even take out the trash without getting out of breath. Took a leave of absence from work and am just praying I still have a job. Keep a good thought for me.
OMG Matt, I am SO sorry to hear of all of that. I had no idea you were ill. I will keep more than a good thought, my friend. I will keep you up front in my prayers. Meanwhile, you concentrate on getting back on your feet. I’m quite familiar with what pneumonia can do to the human body, and none of it is good.
Rest… much! Do as the doctor tells you, no matter how unmanly it might seem at the moment. Above all… feel better. Keep me in the loop, and I mean that, else I shall haunt you after I’m gone! I look forward to hearing from you again soon, and praying it will be to say you are regaining some of your strength.
God bless and keep you Matt!
Hugs,
~PattyKay