Our Annual Picnic
Hello to our website visitors. The San Diego Prowlers are now well into our 71st year. It is August and it's hot even in San Diego. This was our first Summer since the early '70s that we haven't staged our annual
"Picnic and Ol' Timers Reunion". It really feels good to relax a little and have time to drive our hot rods and maybe even work on them a little.
As promised we are reinventing ourselves back into "doing whatever we want" for a change and leave the event planning to promoters who enjoy that stuff!
We are still the unchallenged "oldest hot rod club" continuously corrupting young men since 1947 so please dig in to our webpages and visit the hot rod club that has been there the whole time. See the men, cars and their hobby from post WWII to the present that was the laboratory of power and style that helped shape today’s automobile.
Want to Become a Member?
Are you interested in becoming a member but still have some questions? For more information, use our contact form or just email us. We look forward to hearing from you!
Welcome to our new / updated website.
About the San Diego Prowlers Car Club
Welcome to the home page of the San Diego Prowlers. Established in 1947, the Prowlers are the oldest continuously active hot rod club.
Made up of strictly Ford vehicles, our bylaws require that our cars or trucks be 1948 or older. In addition, three major modifications from stock condition are required to qualify for consideration as a Prowler club car. The vehicles must also be painted with gloss paint, upholstered and running in a safe manner.
We invite you to look through our website and enjoy the content. The Prowlers have a long history and many members have shared some of their memories for you to read.
Many of the photos within this site are almost seventy years old and represent just a sample of our photographic history. We hope you like what you see and enjoy your review of the site. We would love to hear from you after your visit and let us know where you live and what you drive.
Contact the Prowler Historian Andy Bekech -- e-mail: Andys32vic@yahoo.com
NOTICE: THE NAME OF THE SAN DIEGO PROWLERS CAR CLUB, (AKA THE SAN DIEGO PROWLERS HOT ROD CLUB, SAN DIEGO PROWLERS RTA, SAN DIEGO PROWLERS SDTA, PROWLERS CAR CLUB AND THE PROWLERS) AND THE PROWLERS HOT ROD LOGO ARE REGISTERED AND CONTENT OF THIS WEBSITE ARE PROTECTED BY COPYRIGHT IN THEIR PARTS AND ENTIRITY.
2016 Club Video by Airdale Productions
Click on this link to see the video commemorating the SD Prowlers
https://vimeo.com/183921536. The Prowlers sincerely thank Chris Short for his vision and dediction. The clip is only 5 minutes long but tells a quick story of the club origins and who we are !!
HOT ROD LINCOLN LYRICS by Charlie Ryan 1960
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' that Model A
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders, uses them all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall
With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me"
By then the taillight was all you could see
Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive
Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was blue, like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots"
Took a corner, sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas
We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, man, what a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by
Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln!"