The Men Behind the Curtain at Voodoo Images
“Voodoo Bob” Krueger: Born in Pittsburgh and raised in a small town east of Cleveland, “Voodoo Bob” Krueger returned to California in 1970 after a stint at the LTA annex of Marine Corps Air Station El Toro left this young man impressed enough with the territory to feel the need to go home, pack up, and “go west.”
Arriving in San Diego with only three possessions – a Triumph Bonneville, a Ruger .357 magnum, and a set of Great Books of the Western World, he proceeded to find a job and return to college.
Having finally acquired his degree, VBob started photographing moving cars as long ago as 1979, but got involved in backpacking and exploring old mine shafts in Death Valley, then got married, and lost his focus, so to speak, until 2000. Specializing in vintage racing, and still trying to learn how to get it right more than about 10% of the time, he can be found by looking for the guy in the photo vest standing next to Woody, the other guy in a photo vest.
Voodoo Bob is a member of the Motor Press Guild (MPG) and the American Auto Writers and Broadcasters Association (AARWBA).
Robert “JTBob” Holland: Hailing from Dallas, JT was dragged at the tender age of 6 to San Diego, kicking and screaming “How ’bout dem Cowboys?” all the way.
JT is an engineering graduate of UCSD and a programmer for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) at the Southwest Fisheries Science Center on the Scripps Institution of Oceanography campus. As the resident Voodoo Images HTML expert, he is ultimately responsible for everything you see on these pages. Fortunately, he’s mellowed since his reluctant entry onto the San Diego scene, and no matter how idiotic VBob’s editing requests are, they all “sound good” to him. Without JT, there would be nothing.
In his spare time, he’s a champion autocrosser and a ballroom dancer. Talk about a Renaissance man!
David “Woody” Woodhouse: A Midwesterner from the Prairie State, Woody was born in the midst of the last great war (World War II), which probably explains his fascination with stately cars and airplanes with propellers.
In 1963, bored with college life, he abandoned the fight to be an Illini and emigrated to San Diego, where he went to work for General Dynamics building missiles (no propellers). But all too soon Uncle Sam said “knock, knock…here I am” and carted him off to Fort Knox. After boot camp, he was assigned to Fort Ord, the home of Laguna Seca Raceway. He immediately went home, jumped in his MGA, lowered the top, and shouted “California, here I come again!” When the Army turned him loose on the world, he went back to San Diego, where the weather allowed him to jump out of perfectly good airplanes all year long, which clouded his focus on cars while he proceeded to accumulate 1,200 jumps. It was vintage racing that brought him back to his senses, and he’s remained an avid car guy since the mid-’70s.
When working a vintage race, Woody writes the story while VBob takes the pictures.
Woody is a member of the Motor Press Guild (MPG), a Board member of the Society of Automotive Historians (SAH) and the San Diego Automotive Museum, and a concours judge.