by waaytoomuchintothis » Mon Sep 10, 2018 4:51 pm
Thanks, Harry. This sucker was a lot of effort. Not just making old fingers do their stuff, but remembering those days of yore! I kept looking at the body shell and trying to remember! My wife never saw the car, but having heard about it from the girls who couldn't resist telling on me as the reprobate that I was before I met her, she had a lot of input into this project. She was the one who remembered Linda the Artist and her naked parade across the roof, ending in the autograph in front of the driver on the roof. Barbara became my wife (46 years now) and Linda... I really think she's a nun, or a teacher in another kind of girl's school somewhere.