As you may have guessed, I'm as old as dirt. The early years were nothing but fun and work. Forty nine (count'em!!) years ago I drove the "A" Bone to Las Vegas and sold it the first night cruising Fremont Street downtown.
With what now seems like a small roll of "C" notes in my jeans, I rode a Greyhound bus back to Los Angeles and paid for my first two years of college with the cash.
Having been in Vegas for the last 45 years, I saw the "A" twice but never up close. Different colors both times.
I often wondered what happened to it.
At our Sunday street car show and tell get together this morning I spotted an "A" (rat rod) arriving and wandered over to check it out.
IT WAS MINE !!
As I walked up to the car, I noticed the firewall (no one but me would radius a firewall) and what was left of the metal top. The car is (was) badly damaged in a intentionally set fire in the early 1980's and then dragged into the back yard where it sat for almost 30 years.
The current owner acquired the car recently and assembled it as a rat rod.
Speechless ??? You Bet!!
