Salt water club house
 

Yikes!

What kind of car was this?

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2024 "Race of Gentlemen" (Wildwood, NJ) comes to mind.

A couple of the cars "toed the water/sand line" a little too close and ended up stalling - and needed to be pulled out.

It's interesting. There is definitely an "optimal" location on the "track." Too low and you get slowed by the water. Too high and you get slowed by the sand.

In the middle is JUST RIGHT.

Joe K

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"What kind of car was this?"

Parts car.

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Looks like a 1929 Chev on its way to meet Neptune.

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But ma, I am just going to borrow the car to pick up some bread for you.

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We used to take the dune buggy to Pismo Beach. One time there was a guy with a Tbird towing a travel trailer. He got it sunk to the frame. By the time he got the tow truck the sand had been washed out from under the trailer tires too. The tow truck guy had a prime spot where you entered the beach. He was using an old Dodge power wagon with airplane tires. I'd seen him yank cars and trailers together but he had to unhook the trailer for this one. He had carved his name in the tread so he left an ad on the beach where ever he drove "Lovern Towing". Here was his AA - https://ancestryisland.blogspot.com/...clam-taxi.html

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I got mired in the sand at Pacific City, OR. one day in May of 1969 after climbing Mt. Hood on skis. We called it the "Top to Bottom", i.e., the highest point in the state to sea level in one day, which was a 4 AM start from the 6000 foot level to the 11,250 foot summit, then back down to the car on skis, and drive back home in Portland to drop off the skis and load the surfboard on my '52 Chev, then on to the coast for surfing. This time, after surfing for 4 hours, I fell asleep on the beach only to awaken and discover the incoming tide swirling around the car and the wheels in sand up to the axles. The car was truly stuck, so off to find the guy with a stripped down Model AA who helped tow the commercial fishing dories across the beach for launching and landing.

He got me out before the tide would have flooded the whole car and I was off back home breathing a sigh of relief and thinking it was all behind me. That is, until the front wheels began to whistle, then howl, then start thumping. Sand had infiltrated the wheel bearings and I soon had to learn how pull the drums, remove the scored bearings, and repack and replace with new units from an auto parts store that was fortunately still open at 6PM. The parts counter guy gave me instructions and loaned the necessary tools for the job. It was a long day and I learned a few lessons along the way.