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about the black farmhands he’d

known and learned from. He lamented

that these stories will soon be lost.

Charlie Pride grew up on the Scott


Do not think, however, that Sam

was one of those delusionists who

prattle on about the “Old South” or

who drive out to the airport hoping to

see Robert E. Lee and Cap’n Rhett

Butler get off the next plane. I’m

proud to say he was not that kind of


Sam stopped short of being a pop-

ulist, but not by much. For rewards far

more psychic than monetary, he

taught law at predominantly black

Jackson State University. He did so

comfortably, and his students learned

comfortably. In the courtroom, he used

the law to help the poor and the put-

upon of all races.

Few of us have even one true

friend – the man or woman you can

call from Buenos Aires, say you need

ten grand by noon next, and have the

money show up. I was fortunate to

have three; Sam was one of those. The

last one.

The things I miss, all of which

were on display at our lunches, are

Sam’s wise counsel, his stories, his

grasp of humans and their history, and

his peerless sense of humor. He was

what we down here call “damn good


If I’ve gone on a bit about Sam, it’s

because, as he did, I respect the Bolus

& Snopes official motto: “


worth doing is worth doing to excess



Fall 2016 47

Sports car racing is serious busi-

ness today – with the exception of

the quasi-demolition derby known

as the 24 Hours of LeMons. But it

wasn’t always like that. SCCA’s am-

ateur racing often had drivers and

teams that knew how to have fun

when they weren’t racing. One of the

first to come to mind was the Bolus

& Snopes team in the early 1970s.

The team’s beginning is said to have

begun in Sam Scott’s backyard in

Jackson, Mississippi on a Sunday af-

ternoon, after he and crony William

Jeanes lost count of the number of

martinis they had consumed and de-

cided to form a race team and go


But just not go racing. The two

were also determined to demon-

strate that their racing exploits

could become the excuse for a sea-

son-long party which, like a semi-ac-

tive volcano, would erupt each

weekend in a shower of sparks, hot

vapor, smoke and alcohol-fueled gai-

ety when they showed up at a race

track. Scott was an afficionado of

early Shelby GT350s, having owned

a half-dozen of them over the years.

At the time he owned a former

GT350 Hertz rental car, 6S1828, and

was somehow able to convince the

alcohol-addled and disoriented

Jeanes to purchase a half-interest.

That done, they set about as-

sembling a team. A leader and fig-

urehead was required and they

chose Ovid Bolus, a famous Missis-

sippi lawyer and confidence man

who had operated in their area in

the 1930s and 1940s. He was a

grand villain in the Faulkner sense;

a true rascal. To be taken seriously

the team needed a second principal

and they chose another slippery

William Faulkner character from

the area, Flem Snopes.

Jeanes was a contributor for


and Driver

and later became its ed-

itor. He wrote an piece for



tember, 1974 issue, “Shelby GT350:

Everyman’s Real Racer.” It was the

first article in a major automotive

magazine about the GT350 after all

of the initial introductions, road

tests and race reports about the cars

when they were new had run their

course. The car photographed in the

article was 5S517 which was owned

by Sam Scott, who contributed a

side bar. But that’s another story.

The fact that the team was rac-

ing a former Hertz car provided just

the right amount of panache. By

1970, these cars had been passed

along by Hertz, a mere three years

earlier, to individual owners and

they still wore the mantle of disdain

and disrespect of being rental units.

Scott provides a watchful eye on the B&S entry [

above left

] and congratulates driver Bob Mitchell after winning at Road Atlanta.