I acquired my own absolute, total hatred of "Pro" type cars back in the sixties at National Trails in Columbus. (Oh, I respect them, I just loathe them.)
This was in the day of push cars and no reverse. Whenever it was time for these cars, Clark Radar would call out on the PA system.."Wire Wheel...time for Wire Wheel". If you raced a regular car, this meant it was time to go take a nap. There was a traffic light arrangement in the staging lanes and it would go red when it was time for "Wire Wheel".
It would take forever to push each one and get them started. They would enter at the finish line and push them towards the starting line. Then they would have to push them back and forth to get them turned around so they could stage. All too often, their tune-up sucked so bad, they would pop and crack, then break and blow oil everywhere.
Wire Wheel? Good riddance.
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