Darryl Richards and I have known each other for almost 50
years. He was a regular at Beltsville Shell and he sold his 1957 Corvette
to my brother, Wayne. Darryl plays a prominent role in Beltsville Shell: You Are What You Drive, he helped me get reconnected with Sharon Cox (who
started the whole Corvette thing for me) and we have remained close all
these years.
This month we both have had a big laugh over a common
experience we have shared but never realized. We were talking on the
phone the other day and Darryl told me about a very rare Maryland license plate
he acquired. It is a “Tercentenary” plate – celebrating the 300th
anniversary of the founding of the Colony of Maryland by Cecil Calvert, Lord
Baltimore, when the Ark and the Dove arrived at Clement's Island near what became St. Mary's City. I told Darryl that I should buy the plate from him because
it would remind me of the very brief period of time when I owned a 1934 Ford.
I found the black two door (suicide doors) three window coupe in a
guy’s back yard in old College Park while I was at High Point High. It
had a frame, body, full fenders, some suspension parts, but no engine,
transmission or interior. Equipped with teenage enthusiasm and a J C
Whitney catalog I was preparing to install a dropped front axle, convert to
hydraulic brakes, and put a Chevy engine in it. The car was sitting
peacefully in my parent’s back yard patiently waiting for me to have the
coolest street rod in Beltsville. Every morning at breakfast my Mom would
give me grief about the old Ford. She felt the neighbors were gossiping
about it and would criticize her for having a junk yard in the
neighborhood. Finally, after endless daily nagging, I succumbed to her pressure and I placed an article
in the Washington Post to sell the car. In an instant two guys from
Virginia showed up at my house with cash, a trailer and a truck for all the
spare parts. My dream of a ’34 Ford was gone forever. Every January when
I go to the Grand National Roadster Show and I see all those beautiful ’34 Fords, I
relive my brief experience with my three window coupe.
When I told Darryl my ’34 Ford story he said that he once
owned a ’34 Ford. Our conversation went something like this:
“Did
yours have a rumble seat?”
“Yep, mine too!”
“Full fenders?”
“Yep”
“Where did you get it?”
“I bought it from a guy off Metzrott
Road”
“I SOLD mine to a guy off Metzrott Road!”
“My Mom made me
sell the car while I was in high school!”
“My Mom also made me sell the
car while I was in high school!”
We laughed so hard when realized that we had once owned the
same car and all these years never knew it!
Yesterday Santa dropped by the house in Carlsbad and he left
something very special under my Christmas tree. Maybe this present deserves to be
affixed to a ’34 Ford some day! Thanks, Darryl, you are the greatest
friend ever!