Bob Stelter

I was at Lancaster in '69 when Bob went over the fence in turn two while going for the lead, I felt so bad, I had lined up a trailer from Whitey Simpson for John Pallotta to use as there was some issue with John's trailer. When I told Bob how I felt he said "forget it Mike, we almost won!" From that point on, I realized what racing was really all about for Bobby... It was about winning. I used to go and hang out at Louie Dabroski's garage on Chemung street in Syracuse. Lou was building his wedge car at the time, one cool car. Before that, Louie would let me sit in his first super, The ex-Todd Gibson Flintstone Flyer! Lou actually bought the car from Irish Jack Murphy. This car was the first roadster to ever win at Oswego when Todd beat Ron Lux in 1965. The West end of Syracuse and Solvay had a few race shops and Bobby knew everybody. Nolan Swift's garage was on Belden Ave. Lee Bray's on Marcellus St. Mike Rizzo's on Grand Ave. Louie Dabrowski's on Chemung Street, Solvay Automotive on Milton Ave. and Cookie Caloia's on West Genesee were all active in local racing. Bob based his racing out of Camillus and Elbridge for years, until he moved to North Carolina. I guess like a lot of people, I could go on and on about Bobby but let's just say we all have a ton of memories and we will miss him terribly. Looking forward to sharing some stories at Bob's memorial get-together.   . . . written by Mike Thornton

Bobby was the definition of hell on wheels. He could take any super, manhandle it, and get every ounce out of it. There weren’t too many drivers that got more out of the machines they drove than Bobby Stelter. He lived up to the nickname that legendary announcer Jack Burgess tagged him with “Helter” Stelter.

Bobby picked up his first Oswego supermodified win in 1969, and followed that up with five more career wins at the Big O. He was a master helmet carrier in the day, and Bobby Stelter goes into the supermodified record books as not only a colorful character, but one of the top all time drivers ever in the supermodified class.   . . . written by Danny Johnson

Bob Stelter made whatever he was driving twice the car it would ordinarily be. What a loss this is to the supermodified/racing community. He started driving sometime in the mid-sixties and continued into the eighties with rides that included the Austin Bros. #71, Solvay Auto. #04, Ron Buckner's #36, the #99 owned by himself and his brother (the 'Helter Stelter' car), and the Al Aroneck #26 (also driven by Jerry O'Neil).

A funny story: Bob's best finish in the 'Classic' came in 1974 when he finished 2nd to the one and only Jimmy Shampine. Bob was passed by Jimmy on lap 182 and has related that " I was busy thinking about what kind of truck I was going to buy myself with the prize money when Bellinger came out of the pits right in front of me and Jimmy got me. I guess I should have been paying more attention!"
A true talent.
A true original.
RIP Bob.
Brian Lavoie (Eddiebin83)   . . . written by Brian Lavoie (Eddiebin83)

I don't have any first-hand stories about Bobby, but I know people who knew him well. I am young and I didn't get obsessed with supermodifieds or Oswego until the late 1990's, so I never got to see him race at Oswego unfortunately. I have heard that he was a driver that should have gotten a ride at Indy because he was so good. His career and stories are of interest to me now because he is a product of the west side of Syracuse, the same part of town as my family, and I grew up very close to Solvay, the home of the Solvay Automotive team. As a kid that has grown up near his haunts, knows many of his peers, and wanted to be a winning driver on dirt and pavement all along, I have always strived to gain a reputation for extracting the most from my car like the stories say about Bob back in the day. It's a shame that our timing was off, because I would have liked to have witnessed him creating that reputation.

I'm kinda bummed that I came up in the racing era that I did. It seemed like Bobby's prime years were among the best for a working man to break into the sport. Now it doesn't seem like people have the kind of fun that they had back in the day. I remember the dirt scene being a lot better when I was a little kid than it is now. It's a shame, I hope it doesn't die or become too exclusive for average Joes to participate. I grew up on us torching and welding to make stuff work and building our own motors, so I'm not too excited about manufactured racecars. That is what really pushes me into the supers. I can only guess that Bobby Stelter was better suited for his era than this one because back then it must have been pretty tough to just buy your equipment ready-made and sorted out.   . . . written by Peter Pazer

In memory of Bobby Stelter, I would like to start with the first time I went to Oswego speedway. I was 4 years old and I was told to pick a car that I liked and to cheer for that driver, that driver was Bobby Stelter, my all time supermodified driver. When I was 9 I went to my first international classic. To this day, it was the best classic ever, with 10 laps to go, Shampine and Stelter were duking it out. I used to love to watch the Buckner 36 dirt track through the corners at Oswego.

I believe at one time, Bobby wasn't happy with a decision from management and parked his super under the starters tower. I was pretty young at the time and referring this from memory, I think the flag man, Norm Bacon was signaling to the push truck to push Bobby's supermodified off, and I remember the push truck spinning it's tires because Bobby was holding down the brakes on his race car. Bobby wasn't ready to get pushed off until things got settled. Like i said, this is said from memory and if my memory holds true, that was awesome. I'm really gonna miss the man... the man they called helter Stelter.
  . . . written by John mazzoli of Ocala, Florida

Tom Bliss sent this image to me (from 1980, I believe). I said, wow!... what's the story? Tom had this to say:
Actually Bob did drive for Richie on a couple of occasions, one being at the O, They were the best of friends cut from the same cloth. Bob drove Richie's rig down to winston salem one time as a decoy, Richie had another one racing in the northeast. This was at a time when National points could be scored at several tracks on a given night. Richie and Jerry Cook would play this game with each other. Bob and I were planning a trip to Richie's shop but he suffered his fatal crash the previous weekend. . . . written by Tom Bliss