The announcers are Gene Johnson and Bob Betts. Johnson did the graveyard shift at WOKY in Milwaukee, and He and Betts did voice for radio ads. A greta pair of radio guys!
Around '73 one of these very ads kept screaming about Cha Cha and all my other heroes coming to Union Grove. I couldn't take it. No would drive me so I skipped school and pedaled my teen ass on a beat up 20 incher 26 grueling miles from West Allis to the Dragaway. Cars on the remote rural roads kept asking what the actual fuck I was doing and if I was ok 😂 The poor bike disintegrated halfway back and VERY hot water awaited me at home. But goddamn it was worth the price to watch and talk to my idols ✨ Fuzzy memories suggest I might've even copped a hug from Shirley 🥰that fine day. Or maybe I dreamt it?
Holy hell the flood of memories and the way this rocketed me back to my Milwaukee juvenile hooligan days just gave me fn vertigo. I may puke 🤢 Then melancholy sets in, counting the impossible number of *_decades_* that have flashed by. How the fuck 🥺 Pro Tip: _do not_ do the math old-timers, just trust me
Having grown up about 40 miles from UG, I heard these spots all the time. A blast from the past! TNX for the post.
Wow, seeing/hearing this ad brings my back to my childhood.
The announcers are Gene Johnson and Bob Betts. Johnson did the graveyard shift at WOKY in Milwaukee, and He and Betts did voice for radio ads. A greta pair of radio guys!
Betts was the PA announcer for many years at Milwaukee County Stadium
We'll sell you the whole seat, but you'll only need the edge!
A blast from the past from my "yoout". Grew up in the mid-west and those radio ads always spelled "summer fun".
*$10 GETS YOU THE SEAT BUT YOU'LL ONLY NEED......THE EDGEEEEEEEE!*
Made it to Great Lakes dragaway three times in the summer of '75, when I was stationed at Great Lakes naval base while going to "A" school.
Around '73 one of these very ads kept screaming about Cha Cha and all my other heroes coming to Union Grove. I couldn't take it.
No would drive me so I skipped school and pedaled my teen ass on a beat up 20 incher 26 grueling miles from West Allis to the Dragaway. Cars on the remote rural roads kept asking what the actual fuck I was doing and if I was ok 😂
The poor bike disintegrated halfway back and VERY hot water awaited me at home. But goddamn it was worth the price to watch and talk to my idols ✨ Fuzzy memories suggest I might've even copped a hug from Shirley 🥰that fine day. Or maybe I dreamt it?
Holy hell the flood of memories and the way this rocketed me back to my Milwaukee juvenile hooligan days just gave me fn vertigo. I may puke 🤢
Then melancholy sets in, counting the impossible number of *_decades_* that have flashed by. How the fuck 🥺 Pro Tip: _do not_ do the math old-timers, just trust me
Best racing commercials ever...those 2 guys were great...!!!!!!!I don't even like racing...just like the commercials!!!!!!!!!!!
Great Lakes Dragway also had commercials on Musicradio WLS (AM 89) in Chicago.
"Where the BIG One's RUN!.....RUN!..RUN!..Run..Run..run..run..run..
Sunday! SUNDAY! Funny Cars! Big John Mazmanian! Billy the Mountain! Ethel...?
Chicken Choker!?!
"LA Hooker"