There’s nothing quite like it. The 1932 Ford—the so-called Deuce—pretty much set the stage for the hot rod as we know it. Its champions will rattle off a list of things that made the car special. It’s a one-year-only design. Its frame doubles as part of the body. Its grille seems to make most other cars of the era that much handsomer. Of course it’s all these things but we’ll argue that it’s a piece of hardware that gives the Deuce its place in the sun: its engine. In 1932 Ford bestowed unto its car the first mass-produced V-8 engine; the engine that powers our passion today.
Naturally the car garners a following, some say even a cult following. For decades now acolytes the world over would meet for impromptu celebrations of the car. Deuce days they usually called them. One such event, a gathering of friends in a village at the southern tip of British Columbia’s Vancouver Island, has grown—nay, figuratively exploded—into an event that literally closes down the center of Victoria, the island’s crown jewel.
Held every three years, Northwest Deuce Days attracts enthusiasts the world over. The 2013 event boasted nearly 500 1932 Ford entries (the event hosts a secondary event for ’51-and-earlier vehicles which pushed the total to more than a thousand cars). Given the distribution of 1932 Fords, Northwest Deuce Days is really a driving event masquerading as a show. The event’s organizers led by promoter Al Clark host a number of on-road events like tours and, appropriate for a car considered the backbone of the street-rod movement, a poker run.
When we heard that Roy Brizio gathered a small tribe to make the journey to Mecca we knew we had to make plans to meet up. A proponent of long-distance driving, Roy surrounds himself with a pretty hardcore crew of road eaters. Among them this year, Top Fuel engine-building icon Ed Pink, speed-parts magnate Vic Edelbrock, SO-CAL Speed Shop’s Pete Chapouris, patrons and collectors Bruce Meyer and Richard Munz, and racecar drivers Danny Sullivan, Tom Gloy, and Ed “The Ace” McCulloch.
We dusted off a Deuce of our own and met up with the crew in Portland, Oregon. From there we took a combination of freeway and highways up Washington’s Olympic Peninsula to Port Angeles, embarkation point for a two-hour ferry ride to the heart of Victoria.
To say it was a way-bitchin’ time is a huge understatement—these guys charge hard. We really wish you could’ve been there to go with us, but Larry Chen’s photo account is hands-down the next best way to make the journey. And keep checking in; we’ll follow up with event coverage over the next few days.