There was a time when society looked down on drag racers. Hollywood B-movies portrayed them as possessed speed demons hell-bent on destruction. In reality, Mr. Middle-Class America just scoffed at the hot rodders as he drove his DeSoto to the office on weekdays and church on Sunday. During this era, the drag racer’s “menace to society” image was just one notch above the post-war biker gangs that terrorized small towns across America and were glamorized in Marlon Brando’s big screen hit The Wild One. By the start of the 1960s, drag racing started to mature. The domestic automakers began to recognize this sport that combined the growing youth culture with excitement as a tremendous marketing opportunity to promote their new vehicles and rebrand a stodgy image.
It’s been an honor to call Buddy Martin my friend and someone I’ve looked up to for decades. His trademark southern hospitality and genuine kindness has made the world a better place.

























