It all started for me the day in 1967 when my brother Tom gave me a ride to grade school in his 1930 Model A Coupe. With a solid lifter 283, 3 speed stick tranny, 50 Olds rear end and cheater slicks, the car just cemented my interest in all things Hot Rod. The older picture is of my brother and I sitting on the running board of the car and was taken when I was 6 and he was 20. Sadly, a little over a year later, the car was sold to the uncle of a family friend. I saw the car once more and it had been painted a burnt orange color and a set of aluminum mags had been added. This was in 1969, and had it not been for my brother saying thats my old car, I would have never known. I had inquired about buying the car 20 or so years later and was told it was still in the garage, but torn apart for a rebuild. I was also told that it had been promised to another of his nephews. Another 20 years passes by and although I wasnt actively pursuing the car, it never really left my mind. The handful of times I saw someone from their family and made mention of the car never got me any solid info, then in 2010 I was told that the car was gone. I had given up any hope, figuring that the car would end up with a tweed interior, billet wheels, and no sign of its former identity. Fast forward to late December 2012 when I get an email from the above mentioned family friend saying that his cousin in Temecula, Ca has my brothers old Model A. Turns out that he is the nephew that the car had been promised to many years ago and had had the car since 2002. He had been not-so-actively trying to sell the car and, after verifying my story, told me that it was meant to be that the car end up back in my family. This past weekend, 3 of my fellow club members and I made the 900+ mile round trip from Northern CA to pick up the truck and trailer load of parts that were once my brothers car. The body still wears the same burnt orange paint job that I remember from 44 years ago and the aluminum mags are there also. The car is still titled with the same black and yellow license plates that were on it that fateful day in 1967. Needless to say, it was a great weekend!