Tigers United XXII
As the afternoon was transformed into early evening, the last of the autocrossers finished their passes at notoriety and packed it in for another day, or more appropriately, another year. Overall scoring for Tigers United XXII was handled, for a second time in the history of this event, by computer. And, as a first for a "United", the Autocross used an "absolute" scoring system, with everyone being measured against 'top time of day'. I know some of you might not see the significance of the that, but it's enough to say it hasn't always been so. When all the dust had settled, the quick and not so quick fell out as follows:
|Tom McDaniel||36.69||Curtis Fisher||40.01||Rick Mueller||42.38||Cullen Bennett||45.6|
|Stan Clark||37.12||Tom Hall||40.09||Matthew Taylor||42.4||Dennis Knapek||46.01|
|Bud Bohrer||37.36||Rosemary Smith||40.23||Don Roche||42.4||Laura Ettinger||46.04|
|Dan Walters||37.47||Paul Nanzig||40.31||Eric Haslip||42.92||David McDermott||46.53|
|Roger Flescher||37.6||Peter Thompson||40.42||Gary Winblad||43.19||Bill Jackson||46.78|
|Terry Taylor||37.82||Brock Tella||40.68||William Miller||43.22||Colin Hook||46.81|
|John Peterson||38.27||Deborah Phelps||40.77||Devon Brown||43.28||Jack Bash||47.36|
|Bob Palmer||38.92||Tom Hixson||41.15||Eric Eastick||43.57||Ed Foster||47.61|
|Gary Haslip||39.26||Bob Noack||41.2||Steven Alcala||43.66||Marla Meek||48.41|
|Phil Cohen||39.52||Brian Faerge||41.43||Kevin Meek||43.79||Karen Foster||48.67|
|Peter Phelps||39.54||Maria Taylor||41.78||Jodie Pahmeier||44.32||Ian Hall||51.8|
|Dave Dunn||39.77||Bill Gobner||42.12||Rich Rein||44.39|
|John Stithem||39.78||Brenda Matthews||42.19||Max Pahmeier||44.65|
The migration back to the hotels ended in plenty of time to accommodate those with tickets for the VIP dinner. While the dinner was an elective, doing something else for the Friday night meal meant missing a golden opportunity to 'story-tell' with a group of marque celebrities second to none.
Those that managed the prestigious spread, reported a congenial supper much like an old time family gathering. With at least one luminary at each table, there was no lack of communion, nor shortage of "up-close-and-personal". Two hours flew by without a whimper, but as you would expect, there were a few antics that should be noted. At my table, Linda Atkisson tried, with the wave of a hand, to demonstrate the subtle technique needed for christening oceangoing ships. In this case, however, the unwitting recipient of the ceremonial dousing was Laura Garrad . Had it been other than white wine, I'm sure the commotion would have been more of a do. Dear Laura laughed off the accident as if that sort of thing happened all the time and after a little patting with a napkin, we were back to remembrances of days gone by. The other groupings had their own episodes, including, we're told, unbelievable tales of near tragedy as recited by PTC's Scott Deane. Scott just happens to be one very lucky MK II owner, who managed to extricate his newly purchased classic transportation from the devaluing clutches of some extremely stubborn, Washington State vehicle verification officers. In its simplest form, ID that had been removed and replaced during a re-paint was disallowed in favor of an assigned number. The odds against undoing such actions were and are, enormous. Armed with a rather overwhelming assortment of local Tiger experts, previous registration and title documents and a book, or two, Mr. Deane went undaunted into history as one who had his way with officialdom. His Tiger is now reunited with its proper identity and worth every penny associated with one of only 536 MK IIs produced. If you were in the mood, empty plates made way for carrot cake and a cup of coffee - a suitable entrée to "This Is Your Life Ian Hall".
Through a remarkable medley of historic images and recollections from Mr. Hall himself, devotees were introduced to a little known factory champion, with an impressive list of accomplishments. A tapestry of activities ranging from his involvement with competition department management, to the less lofty role of parts runner, made for a delightful evening of edification. At one point, Ian literally re-wrote the current understanding of the Rootes rally narrative, by revealing that archival photos were actually mocked up to save face for an inadequate company photographer. In fact, by the end of the enlightenment, many long-held misconceptions were laid to rest, providing more than enough fodder to insure a proper gathering in the Palm Lounge and a totally content group of bar tenders and cocktail waitresses. With Saturday too close to mention, the blowhards slowly ran out of steam and drifted off to replenish their energies. When next we talk, it's special cars, two-part rallies and "Project 870".
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