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Tucson Hot Rod Restoration

July 30, 2014 |
John Sewell, one of the three co-owners/partners of HiSpeed Rods & Customs, inside the showroom that is filled with classic cars and auto memorabilia. photo: Steve Renzi

John Sewell, one of the three co-owners/partners of Hi Speed Rods & Customs, inside the showroom that is filled with classic cars and auto memorabilia.
photo: Steve Renzi

“People remember what their grandfather drove and they want that car. That’s what it’s all about and that’s what we do. Ninety percent of the people who come in here, it’s because of their emotional ties and memories,” said John Sewell, one of the three co-owners/partners of Hi Speed Rods & Customs.

Stepping inside Hi Speed is like walking into an American automotive museum. Lined up on display is a score of classic cars: big steel, gleaming chrome, sleek lines and raw automotive power. Mounted on the walls are hot rod posters, a gigantic vintage gas station sign that reads: Nothing dampens good service, historic photographs and an early Harley Davidson motorcycle.

However, unlike a museum where the displays can become static and stale, this is a business that works. Some of these classic cars are for sale and some are being restored for individual owners. Hi Speed is a full-service restoration center where hoods are chopped and lowered, new dashboards are designed and made, custom upholstery is installed, metal is straightened and aligned, dents and dings are fixed, broken glass is replaced and artistic paintwork is created and applied. Everything – except some specialized steel fabrication – is done on site.

On some restoration projects, every piece, down to every nut and bolt, is taken apart, cataloged, fixed if needed, plated, and then put back together. It’s like putting Humpty Dumpty back together again, except this time, Humpty needs a Hemi engine, positraction, and an electronic ignition.

“We’ve worked on some cars, well over a thousand hours and we’re working on one now that may go over two thousand,” said Sewell.

For this interview, we’re sitting in a back office at Hi Speed. On the wall is a tattered 48-star American flag found in the trunk of an old Mercury. The building, located at 829 E. 17th St., is 30,000 square feet and used to be the old Rainbow bread bakery. It’s been Hi Speed since 2005. This business requires a lot of traveling and John’s two partners are out of town.

“We’re always searching the country for collectible cars and motorcycles,” said Sewell. Vigilance, knowledge and quick decisions are required, he explained. “In this business, the first guy there with the cash wins.”

Anthony Ribeau is the partner who specializes in buying and selling. Restored autos and vintage Harley Davidson motorcycles from Hi Speed attract customers worldwide and are often placed in prestigious car auctions. However, unknown to most people, these auctions are like playing roulette, according to Sewell. Auctions are a gamble because there is no guaranteed cash reserve – whatever the car sells for, is what you get – and if you don’t know cars, or what people want, you can lose money, big time.

This is where the third partner, Sewell’s son “Johnny Vegas,” comes in. Vegas has established a well-known reputation as a car, boat and motorcycle custom painter and artist. One classic restoration done at Hi Speed and painted by Johnny Vegas and crew, was a 1950 two-door Mercury Coupe, completely painted an eye-catching wasabi green, that sold for a world-record $330,000 at the Barrett-Jackson car auction in 2011. That car is now in a museum in Grand Junction, Colorado.

Restored autos and works-in-progress. photo:Steve Renzi

Restored autos and works-in-progress. photo:Steve Renzi

Knowing what people want is the key to their success. Restored autos from Hi Speed have also been represented in invitation-only corporate car shows. One photograph in the main office shows one of their vehicles parked right next to the one and only Batmobile. How cool is that?

“We put in air conditioning in a lot of older cars. People may love their grandfather’s old car, but they want it to drive like a modern car. Take an original 60s muscle car for example, we’ll put in a state-of-the-art suspension, new drivetrain, stereo system, electronic ignition and fuel injection. After we get done with it, press the throttle and you’ll get a handful,” said Sewell, a man who has been a NASCAR short-track racer – top speed 130mph – and who once owned a 1966 Chevy Nova, a street legal drag car that had a parachute release in the back.

When asked what his ultimate find would be, Swell said: “You might be surprised, but it’s an early 1930s, three-window Ford. Painted Henry Ford black, believe it or not, they painted the cars with a paint brush. Most Fords of that era (1932-1935) had five windows, the three-window Fords are extremely rare.

“A lot of our customers have become my friends. We’re always looking for vintage cars and motorcycles. We don’t like to see an old car forgotten in a yard and wasting away. It’s a part of American history. We want to fix it and put it back on the road.”

Hi Speed Rods & Customs is located at 829 E. 17th St., (520) 623-1973 and online: HiSpeedCustoms.com. Hours of operation are Monday-Friday, 8 a.m. to 5 p.m.

Dancing Up a Storm

June 12, 2014 |
A folklorico dancer at a previos El Día de San Juan Fiesta. photo: Steve Renzi

A folklorico dancer at a previous El Día de San Juan Fiesta.
photo: Steve Renzi

Who says history can’t be fun? Or, that a religious celebration has to be pious and dull? History is much more than famous people and great events; it’s also about the songs we sing, the games we play and the way we celebrate our past. History is about connecting with previous generations by showing respect for those who came before us. However, nobody says you can’t have a good time.

Case in point is the annual El Dia de San Juan Fiesta, taking place on Tuesday, June 24 on the west side of Downtown. Honoring Saint John the Baptist, the fiesta is an important religious holiday in the Catholic and Southwestern Mexican-American community. The celebration of water comes with hopes and prayers for a vigorous and healthy monsoon season.

The fiesta begins at 5 p.m., when the community gathers in the Mission Garden—by the Mercado San Agustin on the corner of West Congress Street and Avenida del Convento—and processes to the lot where the fiesta is held. Everyone is welcome and encouraged to join no matter what religion, race, creed or Facebook status.

A four-foot statue of John the Baptist is carried in front, followed by priests, mariachis, Native American drummers, chanters, families and individuals. Also carried in the procession is a large olla filled with holy water, blessed by a priest. People are welcome to bring containers to take some of the water with them to bless their homes and family, according to Lillian Lopez-Grant, El Dia de San Juan Fiesta Committee president. It was through her and the committee’s efforts that the fiesta was revived after a long hiatus 17 years ago, in 1997.

“It was a piece of the culture that was missing, we wanted to bring it back to what it was,” said Lopez-Grant.

According to legend, on June 24, 1540, Spanish conquistador Francisco Vasquez Coronado was kneeling on the banks of the Santa Cruz River praying for rain. It was a bitter drought, and his animals were dying of thirst. He prayed to Saint John the Baptist for rain and shortly after, the rains came.

Sitting at a shaded table in the Mercado San Agustin with Lopez-Grant, Sally Polanco, a San Juan Fiesta board committee member for 14 years, describes how San Juan’s day was celebrated in the earlier years of Tucson: “My mother was born in 1910 in Tucson. I have a photograph of her sitting on the bank of the Santa Cruz where the water flowed and big ash trees grew and provided shade. On Dia de San Juan, families would gather along the river as the early evening approached. Musicians would bring guitars, food would be prepared and shared and an informal Mexican rodeo called charreada would commence. There would be rodeo contests, roping and horse racing. Children would play in the water. Priests would bless and baptize. There was lots of laughter and good times,” said Polanco.

Today, the fiesta is trying to bring back some of the old traditions and start a few new ones, according to Lopez-Grant.

Cultural activities take place during El Día de San Juan Fiesta. photo: Steve Renzi

Cultural activities take place during El Día de San Juan Fiesta.
photo: Steve Renzi

“It is a religious, cultural and educational celebration, open to everyone. There is no admission charge. Unique to Tucson, compared to other Southwestern celebrations, no alcohol is served. It is a family affair,” she said.

“Last year, we had more people than ever before,” added Polanco. “It is the day of water and water is given away for free. Last year we gave away over 125 cases of water.”

“There will be informational and educational booths and lots of food. We will have farmers from the Tohono O’odham nation bringing fresh vegetables from their farms. And of course, Lupita Pulido will be back again this year with her ice-cold aquas frescas, fruit drinks, horchata, tamarindo; she makes them on the spot, nothing artificial,” said Lopez-Grant.

“We’ll have Sheriff Ya-Ya, who also performs at the Old Souls Procession. We’ll have women mariachi musicians performing named Mariachi Viva La Mujer and we’ll finish this year like last year with Gertie and the T.O. Boyz. Last year the celebration was still going strong at 11 p.m. We had to ask people to leave.”

On El Dia de San Juan, the summer solstice is past and the heat is on. Landscapers start work at 5 a.m., un-shaded steering wheels are too hot to handle and even the saguaros need sunglasses. During the day, cotton-white clouds grow and rise over the mountains. Evening approaches and the clouds float down over the valley with a flash of lightning, followed by the low growl of thunder. Here comes the rain.

El Dia de San Juan Fiesta is Tuesday, June 24 from 5 p.m. to 10 p.m. next to Mercado San Agustin, 100 S. Avenida del Convento, on the southeast corner of Congress Street and Avenida del Convento.

Anna & Roy Laos

May 9, 2014 |
Roy & Anna Laos circa April 1952. photo courtesy Anna Laos

Roy & Anna Laos circa April 1952.
photo courtesy Anna Laos

The year was 1950. Anna Laos was sitting at a table with a group of friends at Club Latino on South Stone Avenue at 16th Street, and a man with a white bandage wrapped around his head walks in the front door and up to the table.

Who is this old man?

“I didn’t know him,” Anna recalled. “He asked me to dance. The next night he came over to my house and serenaded me.”

Anna married that “old man,” Roy E. Laos, two years later. They’ve been partners in marriage, family and business ever since.

Anna Laos is sitting at her desk inside Roy’s Arizona Liquor & Food at 647 S. 6th Ave., and she has stories to tell: stories about the neighborhood, the people and the local history of Downtown. Behind her is a wall filled with framed photographs and personal mementos.

She takes one down: a restaurant menu from the Shanghai Café. “When we bought this building in 1958, it was a Chinese/American restaurant and this is an original menu.”

It lists: T-bone steak dinner – $1.85. Hamburger – 30 cents. Cup of coffee – 10 cents.

“See that picture of Ronald Reagan on the wall? He sent that to Roy after the two of them went horseback riding together in Arivaca, while he was President.”

A buzzer sounds. It’s after closing time, still Anna gets up and walks past the blue vinyl chairs, where customers can sit and talk, past the shelves filled with vintage Jim Beam decanter bottles, past the life-size cardboard figures of Elvira, Marilyn Monroe and John Wayne, and over to the sliding walk-up window.

What does the customer want? Maybe a postcard, or a plastic comb, an alarm clock, a can of beans, a blackboard eraser, or a thermos bottle. How about a craft beer or an elegant bottle of wine? It’s all here.

Anna Laos outside of Roy’s Arizona Liquor & Food. photo: Steve Renzi

Anna Laos outside of Roy’s Arizona Liquor & Food.
photo: Steve Renzi

Impatient, the customer is gone by the time Anna arrives. She looks out the window. “That’s Blind John,” she says. She knows her customers by name. “He’ll be back tomorrow.”

Anna walks back to her desk. She’s got more stories to tell: how about the time César Chavez and a group of protestors surrounded the store in the late ’60s.

“We used to sell Gallo wine and lots of it. César Chavez wanted Roy to take it off the shelves. My husband said he wouldn’t because his customers wanted it. Three weeks later, here comes a large group of protestors, led by Chavez, many of them waving red flags with what looked to me like chickens on them. They surrounded the store. I knew a lot of the protestors. Roy grabs an American flag, burst out of the store and starts waving it. Eventually, it went to court and the court ruled that we had the right to sell the wine.”

When she met Roy, he was a WWII veteran, studying to be a licensed pharmacist and also helping his father’s transit company by driving a bus. That’s why, when they first met, he was wearing a bandage around his head. Earlier that day, he had been in a minor traffic accident.

“Roy’s father started his own bus company in 1920, called the Old Pueblo Transit Company. It served the south and west sides of Tucson because the other bus company wouldn’t go south of the railroad tracks and pick up Mexicans, Blacks and Indians. He started with one Chevy truck; he attached wooden benches on the flatbed and stretched canvas over the top for shade. Sometimes, people would pay with tamales or chickens, anything they had,” said Laos.

“Roy graduated from the University of Arizona College of Pharmacy in 1952 and became a licensed pharmacist. This neighborhood was full of single-family homes, filled with families with children. As a pharmacist, Roy helped to cure a lot of kids that were sick in this neighborhood. We also raised five boys together. They all worked in the store after school; stocking shelves, cleaning and sweeping, taking the garbage out. All of them have a good work ethic and they all graduated from the University of Arizona.

“We’ve lived in Armory Park since 1960 and still live in the same house. It tore me up when I saw them tearing down the barrio to build the convention center. They wanted to do more (destruction), but we stopped them. Mayor Corbett wanted to build the Butterfield Freeway from the airport to the convention center. This would have torn down a large part of Armory Park and Safford and Carrillo schools. One freeway plan also called for elevating the wishing shrine, El Tiradito, up in the air on freeway pylons.

“Rosendo Perez and I led the protest against these plans. Mayoral candidate Lew Murphy supported us. He won the election by 360 votes. It took an election and a miracle to stop the freeway plans. I believe it was the power of the castaway of El Tiradito. After that, we helped to place the wishing shrine on the National Register of Historic Places” (added in 1971).

“We also got the Amory Park neighborhood designated as a historic neighborhood. The reason we were able to do this was because of the railroad. All the houses along South 3rd Avenue, which is right in the middle of Armory Park, were railroad houses, for the workers. The neighborhood was accepted on the national register in 1976.”

Anna Laos outside of Roy’s Arizona Liquor & Food. photo: Steve Renzi

Anna Laos outside of Roy’s Arizona Liquor & Food.
photo: Steve Renzi

Times change. The Spanish word for pharmacy, botica, is on the store signage out front, but the pharmacy has been closed for a few years. Roy is retired. Anna still works and she enjoys it. She welcomes the changes she sees happening in the surrounding neighborhood.

“I see younger people moving back in, in fact, four new couples have moved in within eyesight of the store. They are bringing a vitality and new life and I’m absolutely glad to see it.

“We have had 14 wine tastings at our store and each one has been a little more successful each time. More people are coming. That was the prime reason for them, to gather the neighbors together, so they will get to know one another.”

Institutions come in all shapes and sizes; they evolve and change. Sadly, one of the best—the mom & pop neighborhood store—is disappearing. They are neighborhood anchors and communal gathering spots. Over time, you get to know the owners and they know you. If you’re a kid, they watch you grow up and you watch them grow older. A place of memories and stories. At Roy’s Arizona Liquor & Food, you can have a conversation with owner Anna Laos, buy a bottle of beer, pick up some school supplies and on your way out, step on the vintage scale to have your weight and fortune told. Appreciate it while you still can.

Roy’s Arizona Liquor & Food is located at 647 S. 6th Ave. Hours are Monday–Friday, 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. Phone (520) 623–4824.

Old Pueblo Printers y El Tucsonense

April 1, 2014 |
Albert M. Elias stands next to a 1914 linotype, the typesetting machine that helped to print the El Tucsonense newspaper in the early years. photo: Steve Renzi

Albert M. Elias stands next to a 1914 linotype, the typesetting machine that helped to print the El Tucsonense newspaper in the early years.
photo: Steve Renzi

Standing next to a vintage 1914 linotype machine, in the backroom of Downtown’s Old Pueblo Printers at 255 S. Stone Ave., 85-year-old Albert M. Elias is reminiscing about the days he worked for the Spanish-language newspaper El Tucsonense.

“My grandfather, Francisco S. Moreno, founded the paper in 1915 and served as the publisher and printer until 1929. The paper was published here in this building, typeset on this machine, starting in 1922. After my grandfather died in 1929, my grandmother Rosa Elias Moreno took over as publisher. She had five children, four sons and one daughter, the boys all became printers and the daughter is my mother,” Elias shares.

At the turn of the last century, in 1900, the population of Tucson was about evenly divided between Hispanic and Anglo residents. Let’s not forget, Tucson was once a part of Mexico—an isolated frontier outpost in the midst of a hostile desert environment. As a part of Mexico, the capital in Mexico City was a long, forbidding 1,500 miles away. Under appreciated by many people, the Hispanic pioneers who settled here were resourceful, resilient and independent. They established the traditions and set the stage for those who came after them.

Those traditions included both a pride in the home country, most Tucson Hispanics came from Mexico, and a pride in the Spanish language. In the early 1900s, Tucson was the largest and most sophisticated center of the Hispanic population between El Paso and Los Angeles, according to the book Los Tucsonenses by Thomas E. Sheridan. Tucson had Hispanic entrepreneurs, businessmen, politicians and owners of grocery stores, barbershops and meat markets—in other words, a middle class.

“Their prominence gave Tucson a bicultural vitality unique to the Southwest,” Sheridan scribed in Los Tucsonenses.

The first issue of El Tucsonense. photo: Steve Renzi

The first issue of El Tucsonense.
photo: Steve Renzi

One aspect of that bicultural vitality was Spanish-language newspapers. There were many of them and they were an important forum for Hispanic political and day-to-day life. They covered the news of the United States and Mexico, they covered people and events in the Tucson barrios that the Anglo mainstream press typically ignored, and they were an outlet for Hispanic writers, intellectuals and poets. There was El Fronterizo, El Mosquito and the biggest and longest lasting of them all—El Tucsonense.

“I started working for El Tucsonense as a paperboy on my bicycle in the late 1930s,” Elias recalls. “It came two, sometimes three times a week. It was an afternoon paper, about four to eight pages. Cost 25 cents a week.

“During high school I moved into the print shop and began to learn the printing trade. I got out of Tucson High at 1 o’clock and worked in the print shop seven hours a day. I was a ‘printer’s devil’—an apprentice printer. I learned how to become a typesetter, a compositor who puts the pages together and a pressman who runs the press.

“It was all hands-on, labor-intensive… Everything had to be assembled, typeset and taken to press. A single page may take up to six hours,” Elias explains.

Elias’ favorite part of the paper was the local sports (deportiva) section, especially baseball.

“My uncles played baseball on a local semi-pro level team called the Tucson Aztecas. They played at Riverside field on West Congress, where the freeway is now. There was also Eagle field on 16th Street, where the Barrio Brewery is (now) and they played at Hi Corbett field before it was named that. I also remember boxing matches at the Labor Temple and wrestling and boxing at the Sports Center on West Congress.”

Elias’s love of baseball was shared later by another young employee at the print shop named Arturo Moreno, who is now the owner of the Los Angeles Angels major league baseball team.

El Tucsonense covered local, national and even international news. It had sports, political cartoons, comics and advertisements printed in Spanish and English. It also had good journalists. Elias remembered Editor Ricardo Fierro as one of the best.

“He was a one-man newspaper—he could do it all,” Elias states with conviction.

El Tucsonense began in 1915 and lasted until 1962. Fortunately, the entire collection of newspapers has been saved and is now preserved at the University of Arizona in Special Collections. It can be accessed online at Library.arizona.edu/contentdm/mmap/.

Old Pueblo Printers is still going strong as a commercial printing company. In 1966, Albert M. Elias and a partner, Oscar Araiza became co-owners. Elias became sole owner after 1990. At 85-years-old, he still goes to work every day.

Old Pueblo Printers is located at 255 S. Stone Ave. Hours are Monday-Friday, 8 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Phone (520) 624-5851 with inquiries.