This story starts with Neil Hill doing Route 66. 6 years ago. If the car was a ’58 Plymouth Fury, you’d have to worry.
Fortunately, it’s a ’55 Chevy. It’s not called Christine and to the best of our knowledge, it’s not possessed by the devil. If it is, at least, it’s playing the long game.
It was while he was cruising the Mother Road, on the way through New Mexico, that Neil spotted a collection of rat rods and hot rods in a deserted garage. ‘I rang the phone number on the fence, made him an offer for two of them and had them shipped back.’ Thus raising his custom car game to that of a man who knows how to import old cars from America, which is no small skill to have in your arsenal.
Still, Route 66 6 years ago. Yikes. Both those rods have come and gone now, without bringing down any apparent hellish fury upon Neil’s head or those of their new owners, which brings us to the night last year when he was watching TV and scrolling through the ads on eBay at the same time.
Must have been a riveting show on TV.
