Stories and tales surround him and grow larger and complex with the years. This has given rise to a colloquial expression, “that’s Ak” meaning a story Bunyanesque or too far fetched to be true, but those who say this are mistaken for he has never had to create a tale; he has lived a life many of us only dream of.
Born Akton Moeller, in Denmark, eighty-one years ago, his family immigrated to Southern California when he was just a small child. He worked in various garages as a youth and for Hannah Nixon, in their store in Whittier, back in the 1930’s. Ak remembers seeing Richard Nixon studying at the old secretary desk in the store and asking Ak to bring him a candy bar and to “help yourself as well.” RMN was already a practiced politician! Years later, when visiting the White House as a member of a racing contingent, Ak found himself teased and everyone doubted that he had ever known the President. Nixon strode in and grasped the hand of his old friend and said, “Ak, did you bring me a candy bar?” He followed his brothers, Lawrence and Zeke, to the dry lakes in the 1930’s and began a love affair with racing that lasts to this day. He was a charter member of the Roadrunners, one of the original car clubs that absorbed the Muroc Timing Association and formed it into the storied SCTA, in December of 1937. Ak raced whatever was available, even an old derelict model-T that was abandoned in the desert. He would remove the battery after racing the old heap and was always surprised to find it still there when he returned for the next meet. It didn’t set any records, but it gave his car club valuable points toward the season’s championship trophy.
Ak had wanted to join the Army Air Corps during WWII, but was transferred to the infantry and sent to Europe to fight in the Battle of the Bulge. Surrounded, in freezing weather, with no support, he was forced to fight merely to stay alive. He came upon a German officer cooking a steak, cut from the flank of a dying cow and so overcome by hunger, one having food and the other without, that they shot at each other for the food’s sake. Ak was quicker that day, winning the steak and a prisoner. He was less fortunate when frostbite ended his war and sent him back to England, unsure whether they would amputate his feet.
Returning from the war, Ak rejoined the SCTA and served as its President, and with his close friend and fellow Roadrunner’s club member, Wally Parks, served as Vice President of the newly formed NHRA. But his heart was in Land Speed Racing and he returned to Bonneville, where over the years, the Miller/Lufkin/Carr Team set and reset hundreds of records. In 1953-54, Miller campaigned a modified T-roadster in the Mexican Road Race. Quick on the turns and curves in the mountains, the little roadster would surrender its lead in the straight-aways, but still placed 8th in 1953 and 5th in 1954 against factory supported teams.
Miller left his garage in the 1960’s to work for Ford and run in the Mobil Economy Runs. He was a terror at the Pikes Peak Hill Climbs, winning nine times in his class, with Ray Brock as the crew.
AK passed away in 2005, at the age of 84. He requested that his ashes be scattered at Bonneville, Pikes Peak and on the dusty roads of Baja.