The
BOB CURTISS PAGE
The Invaders from Plympton,
Mass.
Bob Doyle Photo Ladabouche Collection
Robbie Crouch, in his only year of driving for Curtiss, heads
out, onto Catamount.
This car was one of my best lettering jobs.
By 1973,
Catamount Stadium had survived its 1968 dropping of the prestigious NASCAR
modifieds and had, once again, established its own slate of familiar heroes. The
new heroes were in the NASCAR late model sportsman division, and that had grown
out of the track's onetime rough and tumble Flying Tiger division. The NASCAR
points points that were put out every winter, following the end of the season,
were now showing names like Beaver and Bob Dragon, Ron Barcomb, Bob Giroux, and
Stub Fadden - all of whom had moved up from the Tigers.
The track had begun to attract some big - dollar
teams from Southern New England, spearheaded by the 1971 arrival of Little John
Rosati. SInce Rosati's arrival, the ranks had been swelled by Fast Eddy Ruggieri,
Jerry Driscoll, Bob Karvonen, and others. When just another Norwood Arena showed
up at the pit gates after the 1973 season had begun, no one took much notice. A
well - used maroon 1968 Chevelle, numbered 25, and driven by someone named Paul
Rogers [a name totally unknown in Vermont, although very familiar at Norwood].
The driver, while unknown, was much better known
than the owner, a soft-spoken, standoffish young man named Bob Curtiss, who had
run his shoestring race operation out of his mother's home in Plympton,
Massachusetts for the past few years. Curtiss and Rogers were highly successful,
despite the fact that Bob was so underfunded that he actually once stole one of
his mother's aluminum salad bowls to help construct that '68 Chevelle.
I quickly became familiar with Curtiss and
the very young driver he had picked to replace Rogers [who didn't want to travel
to Catamount every week]. I was to letter the car for Curtiss to get his new
sponsor, the Black Angus Steak House on the car. It wasn't a very talkative
time, even the car was often headquartered at my sign shop, in my house. Neither
Curtiss nor his long-haired teenage driver, Joey Kourafas were much for talking.
Bob and Joey went on to make a huge dent in our racing world, including winning
the first- ever Oxford 250. I never see Bob any more, but I thought he deserved
a page of his own.
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