As my wife and I were leaving to go have lunch at Applebee's today a stranger appeared and ask if I was Ron Becker. With a degree of hesitation I confirmed that I was Ron Becker. The last time that happened it was a process server with divorce papers filed by my first wife. He proceeded to tell me that he had been asked by a friend to locate and pass a note to me. The note contained the name and phone number of the person that currently owns my dragster. I have not been able to contact the person so I don't know anything about the current condition of the dragster. I have not seen the dragster since it was sold late in 1978. I seriously doubt that after 35 years the dragster is still intact, but I have hopes. The current owner tracked me down by the name of the speed shop that was painted on the front body panels. I ran the engine shop at the speed shop so I had an obligation to promote their business in return for the 'at cost' and vendor sponsored parts. A disagreement with the owner's wife voided the obligation so I discontinued to run the front body panels, but the speed shop name remained of the front body panels. I no longer have a land line telephone so there is no number listed in the phone book. I was some what startled and did not catch the whole story of how the stranger fit into the story, but he traveled from Garden Plains, KS to Wichita, KS just for the purpose of contacting me.