It’s always great to see a racer do well on Phoenix Race Tires, but one team that sticks out in the drag racing world is the DeFrank family and their Super Stock supremacy. Jim DeFrank has been in the game for a long time, and the drag racing bug is obviously hereditary as his sons followed closely in his foot steps. Jim and his sons Jimmy and Tony are dedicated to the sport and prove the undeniable performance of Phoenix tires every time they hit the track. World championships, national events wins and all around great performances speak volumes of DeFrank’s world class operation and the consistency of Phoenix tires.

Jimmy DeFrank qualifies his California Car Cover Cobalt at the 50th Annual Winternationals. Thanks to Bobby Bennett at Competitionplus.com for the photos.

The DeFranks are a racing family, but Jim does a great job of balancing his racing habits with his business, the California Car Cover Company. You’ve probably heard of the company, as it produces way more than just car covers–everything from memorabilia, apparel and car care products are available from California Car Cover, so check out the website if you haven’t already. The DeFranks obviously did their homework during the winter months and started off the 2010 season with a runner up finish at the 50th Annual NHRA Winternationals in Pomona, California.

A scene from the finals at the Winternationals. Jimmy is in the far lane. Thanks to Bobby Bennett at Compeitionplus.com for the photos.

When you hear about a racer fighting through the brackets, you might sometimes think of a 16 car field like you see in the Pro ranks, but the Sportsman series are generally packed with many more racers. This past weekend in Pomona, the Super Stock field consisted of 79 entries. That makes for a long weekend at the track, especially if you make it all the way to the finals. The weekend started and ended great, as Jimmy qualified his California Car Cover Cobalt in the 12th position with a time of 8.67. After battling through 7 rounds of racing, and taking out some of Super Stock’s biggest contenders, Jimmy DeFrank lined up in the finals against Jeff Lane. And though Jimmy didn’t take home a Wally, he certainly represented Phoenix Race Tires in a positive way.

A couple weeks back I had the opportunity to road trip it back down the hillbilly highway (I-75 S) for a little bit of nitro racing with the Texas Jungle Team in South Florida. You really get to know your teammates after a 13 hour one-way car ride. Take for example, Nitro Nick from Cleveland, OH. Nick drives a truck during the day, plays lead guitar in a band at night, and works as a crew chief on a nitro funny car as time permits…talk about a diverse and interesting dude! We hit if off straight away, and were immediately swapping jokes & stories like a couple of reunited high school homies. When he told us the story about a dingy Cleveland pet store operated by a drunken Cajun transplant that specialized in biting Ferets…I was laughing so hard that I thought my sides were going to split open, and it was all I could do to hold the car on the road. Army Armstrong…what can I say? He’s a rock solid dood, man of his word, and fearless. With tens of thousands of fans present for the most attended IHRA race in history, and every eye in the house on the Jungle Jim car, Army was the epitome of quite strength. Racing really is (for me anyways) all about friends, fans and the journey…

Nick, Army, EG, Gator Alley, and Nitro

Friday – It became apparent, that every funny car team on the premises had it loaded for bear…high budget, low budget, it didn’t matter, just throw the nitro at it, crank up the timing, pack the chute, and hope for the best. It was wild. Cars were sideways at 230 mph, blowing up, burning down, you name it. Nick said it best, “what we’re asking these engines to do on nitro methane is sort of like skinning a cat…there’s a thousand ways to do it, and the cat doesn’t like any of them.” The Jungle Jim car had handling issues on both passes, but Army being the seasoned veteran that he is, kept ‘er out of trouble and we lived to fight another day. Crew chief Rudy and team member Martin patiently showed me the ropes and a system for between round maintenance was established. We worked late into the night, long after the satisfied fans had gone home, making sure that JJ2 would have the goods come Sat.

Big Crowd at PBIR for the IHRA Nitro Jam

Saturday morning – Nick and I went on a mission to find a fresh air refill for the JJ2 on-board breathing apparatus. After airing up at a local scuba shop, we got back to the track, and established a plan of attack. Between rounds, Rudy and I would service the clutch, Martin would run the valves, and I’d do the tires, oil and fuel…it doesn’t sound like much, but cram all that into 45 minutes or so, and it gets stressful…even if everything goes according to plan…which it never does. At 6 p.m, the “IHRA Fanfest” started, and we got mobbed by all shapes, sizes and ages, clamoring for posters, stickers, etc. It was a very different scene than I’m used to. There must be something in nitro that alters peoples’ brains…there was a guy running a Tennessee waterfall haircut, wide open (I’m not exaggerating), wearing a muscle shirt, and tight-tuck rolled Levi’s that literally ran towards the header pipes, as if the antidote were in it, every time we started the car. While most casual fans were about 30-60 ft. back, covering their ears, eyes, nose, and hoping that it would stop soon, this lunatic was inhaling every bit of spent fuel that the BAE 526 had to offer. I apologize for not capturing this moment on film, but it was similar to watching a car crash plus I had my hands full.

Dunn & Gone Say Thanks

At the end of the evening, we had 4 full passes down the racetrack, and didn’t blow anything up too badly (with the exception of a few push rods). Most of the other teams weren’t nearly as fortunate, therefore I’d call it a success. After words, Team Owner Henry Gutierrez very generously offered to make me a crew member for the invitation only NHRA 50th Anniversary Winter Nationals to be held in Pomona, CA this weekend and to stay on with the team for the following weekend’s national event in Phoenix, AZ. Although honored, after much consideration/deliberation, we decided that it’d be best to stay on the farm and push forward with Project 5.30. I’ve got 5 weeks left, and the clock is ticking….loudly.

The Jungle Jim Funny Car with Army Armstrong behind the wheel.

After staring at the windshield for another 13 hours, Army and Nick dropped me off in sweet home Chatta-vegas, mid-night Sunday, where the locals had weathered about 6-8 inches of snow during a freak storm over the weekend. Before I knew it, I was at work 8 a.m. on Monday, and I felt about as woozy as a deep-sea diver that hadn’t properly decompressed before coming to the surface. Oh well, it was definitely worth it…and I can’t wait to do it again. Maybe next time I’ll get myself a muscle shirt, Levi’s and a 10/90 haircut/wig just for the occasion.

That’s it for now, look for plenty more on project 5.30 in the next week or two.

EG