Memories stick

This story starts like so many others, with a browser search of the internet trawling cars for sale sites. I spotted a ’37 Ford business coupe advertised on the website of an ex-police officer, now car dealer, in Calimesa, California. I kept going back to it and eventually plucked up enough courage to ’phone the guy to talk about the car and, ultimately, negotiate a price.

The coupe was located about 50 miles from an old friend’s home and, by good fortune, another friend from England was visiting him at the time. They agreed to go and look the car over for me, the upshot of which was receiving a 1am ’phone call on a Monday morning telling me what was right and, more importantly, what was wrong with the coupe. Although it was a driver, they suggested I call the dealer