#langhorne

[unteriors]

Walsh Avenue, Langhorne, Pennsylvania.

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1936 Ford Stock Race Car - Reedman Motors by Vinnie DeVille Via Flickr: Vintage image of a 1936 Ford Stock Race Car sponsored by Reedman Motors of Langhorne, Pennsylvania. I believe this is a published photo as the top of the image is all grayed out. No information on the location or the individuals in the photo, but the back indicates it was taken in 1949. This found photograph is from the private collection of an unknown and/or unknowing art collector. It’s always a thrill when it’s from Vinnie DeVille!

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If you’re doing an ask game, can I get 1 for Silver?

Hi!! tysm for the promp!! "An overheard conversation about your OC"

--- Langhorne paced his quarters, the lantern's light casting stretched shadows that danced along the cabin walls in sway with the ship.

Each step let out a soft creak against the floorboards. His fingers twitched and his hands wrung the hem of his coat, muttering rehearsed words under his breath.

"My girl—" He rubbed his temple, pressing his fingers between his worry lines. His mouth remains open, but all that comes out is a unsure squeak that, with great effort, managed to dislodge from his throat. He tugs at the cuff of his sleeve, his thoughts restlessly withering as doubt crept in. What was he to say? That she was falling back? That she wasn't getting better?

A sharp knock at the door startles him. He glances over, the door opening wide to reveal the dreary-skinned quartermaster — Presna.

She raises her one brow, her skin pulling taut around the deep scars around the other eye socket. She surveys him like a hawk, her one sharp eye creased slightly at the inner corner.

"Halley." She greets him, her voice gravelly and stern. She steps in, the door shutting behind her with a soft click. She inhales, "Tis' everything alright?"

"Merry," he huffs, a thin smile pressed at the corner of his lips. "My mind is rather occupied, is all."

Presna's pose remains rigid, her shoulders squared and tensed as she watches Langhorne seem to squirm beneath her ladened gaze. Her brow creases as she scrutinises over his fidgeting, her tongue tracing over her yellowed teeth. "Silver, I presume?"

Langhorne stiffened at her words. His face betrayed him before he could give an answer. His gaze drops from her face down to her feet, his lips curling into a scowl.

She thins her lips, squinting her eyes before shaking her head with a sigh. "You are too soft," her glare remains unyielding, "Again."

Langhorne remains silent.

"Your leniency is what almost had her killed. What almost killed you." She lets out a sharp huff of exasperation, shaking her head as she steps forward. "I fear your greatest concern is coming true. She's becoming like him— "

"Rid the thought," Langhorne snaps, straightening his shoulders. "She is not — and will never — be like him."

Presna glares at him with her singular, piercing eye. She watches his newly bolstered confidence shrivel away, watches his belief in his own words grow scarce by the second. She watches his sureness turn to fear.

"Are you not exhausted? Believing the same falsehood of your own invention? She's rampant, like an animal, and yet you do little but look on? Is she no longer a daughter to you?" She pauses, chewing on her lip for a moment. "I warned you when it 'twas him, and I am warning you now that it is her. Do something, or I will."

Langhorne's breathing grows heavy. Presna steps back to give one last cursory glance, before turning around to open the door. She strides out, the wind pulling and slamming the door shut in her absence. His head spins, his stomach lurching with the burden of guilt, and he's forced to find a place to sit.

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This one is also posted on my website :)

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Credit knapparcade

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Stock Car Racing: Early NASCAR

To make my Doc Hudson fanfic as authentic as possible, I've been binging old stock car races, and...damn...are they intense. Especially this one at Langhorne Speedway in '51. The race ended, not because the leader crossed the finish line, but because there was a firey 10+ car pileup that completely blocked the track.

This is another awesome race (Daytona, '52). The track here is unique because it's half asphalt and half beach. And look at the nightmarish ruts that form on the south turn as the race progresses...

Such amazing history...wish I could've been there.

I imagine the vehicles from the WOC being a bit more resilient than the ones depicted here...but races would have been punishing on their bodies. The dust alone would have been awful to deal with, especially if it had been treated with oil, like they did in Langhorne. Drivers slowly losing visibility through their windscreens as the race progresses...and or overheating because they're breathing in too much sediment.

Maybe that's why they eventually transitioned to asphalt...because drivers were developing breathing problems from years of racing on loose dirt.

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Arctic Inferno

[steel-and-asphalt]

Parnelli Jones (#98) and Jim Hurtubise (#56) rip through the turn at Langhorne. USAC Championship Car Series, Langhorne Speedway, 1962 Langhorne 100

[postcardsfrompennsylvania]

REEDMAN CORPORATIONS "The Worlds Largest Automobile Dealer" Route 1, Langhorne, Pa, 19047 Ph. [phone] Visit Reedman's 15 new car dealerships operating independently of each other including 21 separate buildings and private test track. Sales Department Open Daily 9 A.M. to 10 P.M. Closed Sunday Service Departments Open Daily 8 A.M. to 12 P.M. Closed Saturday and Sunday