This was in the early 70's. I saw the car in Oakland, Pittsburgh PA when going to Pitt. Possibly Pete Kliment knew the car and somehow I got to meet Mr. S at the University Club where rich guys sat in leather chairs, smoked cigars and read the The Journal. (I was clearly outside my comfort zone.) Mr. S was a wonderful old gentleman and he knew I was a poor college student. He asked me what could/would (don't remember which) pay for it. I had the distinct feeling if I would have said any number, he would have "given" it to me. But I didn't have a place to keep it (and it deserved a nice cozy garage to live in) so I did not state a price.
Every few years I wonder whatever happened to that car.
Every few years I wonder whatever happened to that car.
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