I have always loved cars. When I was very little  my dad took me to the races to see the spectacle of amazing cars and incredible drivers. My dad also raced dirt racers, midgets, and more.
My dad had an early Porsche 356 that was baby blue and he’d take me out on highway 1 and drive and drive it hard. I loved that car and the experience of pushing the edge of the envelope. That’s when it gets into your blood.

Both my mom and my dad had a love for cars. My mom had a Fiat spider two seater I just loved too. They both always had the most amazing cars. I watched Indy on TV religiously with my Dad every year.

One day, I can’t remember exactly when, my dad got a Stromberg Slot Car set. He bought extra track and made an Indy replica track. It was huge and it captivated me. He used to have famous drivers over on the weekends to race the track. They’d play the sounds of the race track on the record player. Even burned a bit of racing fuel for the smell. They put money into a pot and the winner won the money. 
My dad was quite the modeler and he made up the cars with special liveries to match the actual cars at Indy.
I met A.J.Foyt, Mario Andretti, Eddie Sachs and many over famous race drivers. We later both got into 1/24th scale cars and would race the local tracks. Then sadly when I was 14 my dad died in a senseless car accident on his way to work caused by a wrong way drunk driver. 
Slot cars came to an end for me. It did for many with the Vietnam war taking many of the slotters to war. Many never returned. And some of my friends that did were never the same again.The tracks closed and interest faded away. But not completely.
There were some that kept the torch lit. And in recent times it has come back. Many of us including myself never really lost the passion. It was always there but now that the kids are gone and many of us have the time for such things we checked online and found slot car racing alive and well. In fact it has blossomed into a growing hobby with incredibly realistic cars and tracks like we have never seen before.
I discovered the FarrOut slot car club. I had just joined and had my first race with the club at Stephen’s track Feb. 18th 2020. It was a wonderful time and then covid struck before the next race could happen.

Yesterday after almost 2 years of covid lock down I returned to racing with my club. It was a 2 hour drive to Los Angeles up windy roads in my 1985 Z to Eddie Shorers track where we all met and had a blast. 
We didn’t talk about anything else in the world except cars and racing. Well Fingers did bring up our love for our dogs. 
Richard Rodriguez was a big help to me getting my car tuned up well enough to keep it on the track. Eddie was a fantastic host. There was pizza, cookies, drinks, and lots of Lays potato chips galore.
We met at 11am and by about 4pm it was all over but not forgotten. Never once was there an argument or complaint from anyone aside from Stephen putting me in the crap house for bad Marshalling. LOL
Or the screw Stephen lost from his car during a race that ended up in my lane which really screwed me up.
Tom tore it up and was the big winner. His cars were beautifully painted custom liveries too.
This is the second time I raced with these fine gentlemen. I’ve never played with a better group of kids in my life since the days of the races with my dad.My dad was there too. Right in my heart. 

The drive home was scary. Driving a restored sports car on the freeway these days is a roll of the dice. With so much rage and poor diving skills on the road I never watched my mirrors so much. There were bad accidents several times on the way home.
 Despite all that I enjoyed the long drive in my time machine from my youth in 1985. Back then I had just worked on Ghostbusters and Fright Night. We were all making lots of money and bought sports cars. I’m glad to still have mine. I enjoyed the drive and the day very much. It was an adventure.
Thanks to everyone at the FarrOut club for keeping this all alive and well. Thanks for the experience!

Below are images from the day. Including the car that got me there and back safely again to my studio in Ventura.

How many of you that know what I’m talking about remember a somewhat confusing Halloween when you were just a small child? I have a memory of this and I have spoken to others that had too. 

  This was back in the 50’s. Before Twilight Zone and other movies that might have suggested to our subconscious minds such things as our many debunking enemies have deluded themselves to believe.  

  Yet it remains. The doorbell rings. It’s Halloween and outside on the porch are two small children that look a bit like Casper the Ghosts. It goes dark after that. Little more is remembered.  

  This is concurrent with other reports of walking home from school and seeing a circus tent in an open field and being invited in by strange looking clowns with big black eyes. I’ve heard it all and experienced it too. 

  This piece isn’t finished. I just started it. It wil have a jackolantern in the background, the bag the visitor is holding will have “Trick or Treat” on it. It’s very unfinished but I thought you might enjoy seeing the process of my art. I’m using pastels, my very favorite medium. I used this a lot back in the 90’s when my art on this subject was all over.

It does. This is a big game changer. No more glitchy submarines and stripped servos from old FM radios from 20 years ago.

I’ll be switching out all my old radio gear for 2.4 ghz. Sure I won’t be able to dive deep and sit on the bottom. But really? That has no appeal to me anymore. Parascope depth is just fine.

I made this reply to Michael this morning and thought I should share it with all of you because it’s important. 
When I was one the phone with Whitley a few years ago and saw the big black triangle craft silently fly over me I got a message. It’s in my film, “But Something is There”. “There’s still hope, don’t give up”.
With all the doom and gloom we must remember that ascension to the stars isn’t easy. It’s hard.

Michael, if you have seen the film Interstellar I know we are heading there. We will make it to the stars and when we look back we’ll realize what a long hard road it was to them. 

But we’ll make it and we’ll tell our children to never repeat what we did before. Each time a human being goes into space a trigger sets off. A switch if you will that changes them forever.
 
If you pay attention to the people that have gone before and are going now then you’ll notice once they return that their life’s ambitions will change dramatically.Their energies will be poured into saving us this planet and spreading the word of doing so to the world.

We  must go against the stupidity, greed, and rage of the low mentality or lose it all. Because they have caused every single problem we have faced on Earth. They failed to look at the stars. We did not. And we matter.

Since my earliest memory during the 60’s we have been warning the people that could have avoided the terrible climate disaster we are now facing. They did nothing. They didn’t listen. They even laughed at us. Called us names and labeled us environmental terrorists. We were Terrorists against their capacity for greed that was so extensive it has now reached a point of no return.
Now the run scared like little rats. They are trying to put out the fire they started but it’s too late. Our children are about to inherit a world of our making. One I for one wouldn’t want to survive in.
Droughts, fires, extreme heat, and cold, hurricanes so large they nearly cover entire states, coastal cities and communities vanishing slowly under the waves and more.
We feel powerless because we are. We warned and warned. It was all we could do. The scientist did too. Great thinkers around the world warned. But greed won out and here we are.
This climate crisis is growing at an exponential rate. All you can do now is live in the moment and hug your loved ones and play while you still can.
You were warned but you didn’t listen. That’s the log line of our new film due to be released soon. When we started it back a few months ago things were as bad as they have become today. It is my last breath on this subject. I will never talk about it again. It’s just pointless.
The space program is our only hope now. Just like in the film “Interstellar” we need to keep this torch lit and look for other worlds. We have a right to survive because we choose to. Because we still can. We need that life boat so we can find a new world to live on. And we must learn from our past mistakes and never repeat them again.
Theres still hope, don’t give up.

Looking forward to racing this Saturday with the FarrOut slot car club. This was the first and last time I got to race with my club and then Covid happened.

This is a great hobby. You can be very creative and build this miniature world and race with your friends in it. Wonderful. It brings alive such fond memories of racing with my dad back in the 60’s. It all came to an end for me with his passing in 1965 in a car accident. But the love for it never left me.

It wouldn’t be until 2012 that I looked on the internet to see if the hobby was still alive. Boy was it. And going stronger than ever. I bought my first track in 2012. I ordered a few cars and extra track. I remember when it arrived I was so excited. My inner child was jumping with joy.

It was just the distraction I needed as I built a large track. My late wife was passing and it was the second time in my life that I faced some of my hardest times. I worked tirelessly to make her comfortable in her last days. Every chance I got I went to the garage to work on the track. It kept me on the straight and narrow.

After Gilly passed I just kept it up this time, never looked back and kept with the hobby. I feel my dad right there whenever I play on the track. Gilly never got to see the track although she knew about it. But she would have loved it.

I swear these hobbies, which are also passions, allow for longevity and purpose. I have seen it over and over again. I play with people in their 80’s that haven’t missed a beat, still build, and Fly, Sail, Slot, Plastic model build, and more. They are life savers and very essential.

Yep…my big fat head fits is well. This is for a customer that wants to wear it on Halloween. Now I got to make one up for myself that’s wearable! Too cool!

New post on the page. When I post there it doesn’t alert my subscribers that I have. It only does on the home page. Until I figure out how to fix this I will post a notice here. Thanks to all the new subscribers!

  Letting the epoxy and paint cure over the weekend and out they go Monday. Thank you all for your orders and for the wait. It takes me time to get these made since I’m the only one making them. Everything is done by hand from the sculpture to the molds and casting. Prepping, and painting. The eyes are epoxy glazed on the Galaxy Being.