Before I read Robert Boyle's clinical report on hot rods (The Car Cult from Rumpsville, April 24) I told myself the pleasure which I derived from building, tuning and driving our roadster had something to do with creativity or, perhaps, expression of individuality. Now I see the folly of my rationalization. Mr. Boyle has shown me that when I drive that erotic roadster I'm really returning to the womb. Many thanks for setting me straight.
Your cover story represents a very welcome recognition of hot rodding as the major sport it has come to be.
JAMES R. WYLIE
As a club of true hot rodders we Road Gents have been trying to change public opinion about hot rodding through courtesy and assistance on the road. Your article has done us a great deal of justice and is deeply appreciated.
During the past winter a basketball player named Frank Burgess of Gonzaga led all the NCAA colleges in scoring, yet SPORTS ILLUSTRATED carried nothing about him (except a brief listing buried in BASKETBALL'S WEEK, April 3).
When the current issue, by contrast, devotes 16 pages to glamorizing a movement and a bunch of morons whose set of values belongs with the zombies, I begin to wonder about your own set of values.
You have done some fine things—why ruin your effectiveness with such disgusting articles as this one?
GEORGE I. WERNER
This isn't sport. It isn't even civilized.
Congratulations on putting together the biggest amount of tripe and unmitigated innuendo since the Communist Manifesto.
La Crosse, Wis.
My car recently stalled on a lonely country road. Soon a car of teen-age boys stopped, diagnosed the problem and assisted me into the nearest community. Ever since then I have been a believer that rodders can be courteous as well as talented.
BEVERLY E. LLOYD
REQUEST INFORMATION HOW ONE SENATOR BARRY GOLDWATER CAN CLAIM TO BE CONSERVATIVE AND HAVE AUTOMOBILE AS DESCRIBED IN YOUR ISSUE DATED APRIL 24, 1961.
DR. E. W. ALLEN JR.