Well, Jim, thankyou very much for the excellent photo and the nice words. I have a strong hunch you had something to do with my nomination in the first place, being a deserved HOF member yourself. And thanks to all the rest of you for your kind words. I started going to these Gas Ups at Mendenhall's Museum in the beginning, and was always amazed to see how many of the famous names of hot rodding were there, mixed in the crowd. As I said from the podium yesterday, I thank all of them for letting me interview them--as well as letting me copy (or keep) their vintage photos--so that I could do my part to preserve this important piece of American history. This is an honor. Thanks for the appreciation. Pat G. P.S. It's totally off the subject, but semi-amusing: I made the 3-hour drive up from L.A. to Buellton with no problem in my '32 roadster (other than freezing). But I didn't see this post until this morning because I got home late last night. The roads are so bad between Santa Barbara and the Grapevine now that somewhere between Fillmore and Santa Clarita I hit bumps that were bad enough to tear an upper rear shock mount off the frame. Fortunately some guys in a passing car made me understand something was wrong, so I pulled off in Sylmar, saw the dangling shock rubbing on the ground, and--with no tools in the car--finally figured I could tie it up to the frame using the lanyard from my nametag that you can see in the photo. Worked great.