IT WAS 1966, and I’d not long been married, and it was just after selling our 1934 five-window coupe to John Trotter. John eventually wore me down with a cash offer of 145 pounds!!! I was definitely having a bad day. We decided the next hot rod we built should be a car a “family” could enjoy. The thought of driving a Model A Tourer (with the hood down) would be FUN!
In 1967 we eventually found a 1930 Model A Tourer which had been badly smashed up and on its way to the
