Henry's best friend
Henry, the recently departed barn that I considered to be a friend, apparently had a torrid affair with this old car. The owner of the car had a middle-aged son who ran this thing in some sort of dirt track racing up in the hills. Unfortunately, the son died of natural causes not long after getting in to the sport and the old man parked the car, in 1990, right where it sits today. On a few occasions, in the ensuing years, the old man would tell me that he was certain Henry would sneak the old car out on some middle-of-the-night escapades, reliving days gone by. In his later years, the old man started having some issues, and he recounted this story with such conviction that you almost wanted to hide around the bend late one night and catch the action. Man, you just gotta love some of these old mountain tales.
Scrutinize, if you will, some of the avant-garde racing technology evident in this beast.....particularly at the front end.