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Here is Dave B's story about Charley from The Mulholland Experience.



Yet with all their tricked-out cars and racing experience, they still
couldn’t touch “The King of the Hill,” Charley Woit. Charley was still
driving his now primered gray and red ’66 Corvette. He had a whole
new breed of victims to pick off and he ate them all alive.

David B.
thought he could take Charley, because of the weather, well he was
wrong. “We always tried to race him, but it would basically exhaust you
watching him disappear. Ron and I thought we had him one night
when it was pouring rain up there. Ron and I were just fooling around.
We were the only ones up there. I had my Mini Cooper, and Ron had
his Datsun 510.We were just bombing around having a great time
sliding around doing four-wheel drifts. Nobody was up there.We were
sitting at Beverly Glen, and out of nowhere we hear his big rumbling
roar.Who else could it be? He was running straight pipes and slicks.
We thought, ‘This is great we are going to be able to keep up with him
or beat him.’ After all, it was pouring rain. He just took off and left us
like we were standing still. He had full Blue Streak Slicks, thirteen-inch
in the back and ten-inch in the front. We tried other times to go upagainst him, but we knew that he would just dust our clocks.”


Charley earned rock star status because he was still a legend.
He was the oldest and most experienced driver out there, and he had
the biggest balls of them all and would never, under any circumstances,
let anyone pass him no matter what crummy modified vehicle he was
driving. Charley wasn’t just a saint to road racers everywhere. Charley
was quite human as well. He earned a scar across his face, which he
wore with pride, in a hellish end-over-end crash in his pick-up truck.
Charley just put himself back together along with his car and
continued racing all who were in his sights. Nothing would stop
Charley besides his ultimate fate.Without Charley’s knowledge, one
poor soul went chasing Charley in his Alfa GTV.

David B. tells the
story, because he witnessed it. “This poor guy, an African American fellow,
went chasing Charley in his gorgeous Alfa GTV. Charley was just
having a good time hauling ass from Beverly Glen to Laurel. Charley
flew by, and about twenty seconds that guy in the Alfa come bombing
after him. He said ‘oh no!’We knew that the guy was not letting off.We
could tell by the engine rumble, he let it all hang out and he slid right
off the edge and rolled it down the hill at the Coldwater Beverly Hills
side.We had never seen that guy before. It showed. He went all the way
down the hill, and then he actually climbed all the way up to the top of
the hill. He was complaining about his back killing him to the Fire
Department. The Fire Department guy asked him, ‘How did you get up
here?’ he responded ‘I crawled.’ He walked into the ambulance and he
died.We watched that from Bowmont.”