I traded a guy 3 blocks away my clean, 2 owner, Hiawatha motor scooter and $10.00 cash money for this Model A in a thousand pieces all over his dirt back yard (including the title). I was 13 years old. I knew when I got enough courage to tell my dad that life as I knew it would cease.
Surprise!!! We went to look at it and he smiled and said "I'll bring home the trailer tomorrow" (I'll be damned and I was).
Three of the trailer loads were taken to dad's shop and distributed to the members of 4Ever Four in East L.A., the body and frame came home to me.
You have to remember that I had very recently been sentenced (saved my life) to six 10's at the shop at the rate of $2.00 per day and lunch.
Four years later, I paid off the Bank Of Dad and saved the $400.00 it took to have it professionally painted at a shop on Eastern in E.L.A. What you see is four years of learning and work. I was the coolest of the cool driving into the school parking lot in September. Life was so simple then........
On my way home from getting a haircut about a month ago, the thermometer in the truck said it was 116 degrees, It was!! I'm outa here.
Hooked on to the trailer and headed for the coast of California.
I wanted to see the coast of California and Oregon....have never had the time.
Highway 1 from Morro Bay to Frisco is not the way to see the coast! Basically you get an occasional quick glance at the ocean while negotiating a 32' trailer by the cliffs, bicyles, and areas where the road fell off into the ocean.
That was the extent of Highway 1 but ended up at the Klamath River and never saw the sun through the fog.
I contacted Ben Banson, a young guide from Gold Hill on the Rogue River and spent an outstanding day drift fishing 10 miles of the Rogue with him. Excellent equipment, drift boat, and skill. It was great! One of the fish was a 7 lb. steelhead as you see.
More fishing in Oregon, then back home where it had cooled down to 98 degrees.
