Here’s the deal: If you recognize the name, and you’re a fan of his unique work, my guess is that you’ll respond pretty quickly and proceed to have a great time “listening” to the tales about motorsports that Joe tells and the way that he tells them. I say “listening” because his stories are almost always that personal.
He’s very good at relating straight across without a lot of buildup; his personal tach needle swinging into the power curve early-on and staying there right on through to the last sentence.
There’s a cadence to his “stuff” (as he calls it) it’s fast without being frantic, it’s a cranked-up use of the language that (for me) feels (let alone sounds) like racing.
The wonderfully appropriate and often colorful nicknames that he christens people with and his straight-from-the-gut-feelings about what was transpiring on (and off) the racetrack at the time make chances of a “quiet read” anything but.
Joe (aka called affectionately “Scoop” by everyone from Foyt to Smokey Yunick) has been at the business of motorsports reporting since the late 50’s.
His numerous books on the subject (both cars and motorbikes) are considered by many to be classics, and most (if not all) of them are now out of print but still highly recommended.
These stories are presented here with only the lightest editing (spelling and/or punctuation corrections for the most part) and are solely the memories and recollections of Mister Scalzo. Those proceeding weasel-words are the last you’ll of that nature that you’ll read about the Scalzo stuff that we’ll present here.
These are Joe’s honest stories and his hard-won thoughts regarding such fun and games. I hope that you have as good a time reading them as we did.
Five-point harnesses and FHR not required, but quite strongly suggested. -DS