The Early Days

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........