




After "Parenthood" I went into the movie making biz pretty much full time. I worked a lot during the 90's on films like "Days Of Thunder", Lethal Weapon 3" and numerous TV shows...I also got the acting bug and pursued that with some success.
In the early 90's I met and became engaged to a wonderful lady, Kyle Anne Collins who was a truly an amazing person, mainly because she could put up with me. That alone should have qualified her for sainthood. Heck, I even got her to go to the Gatornationals a couple of times.....I rarely even went to the races because I was so busy with the other stuff going on.
But, in early 1996, Kyle passed away from Pneumonia and a few weeks after that my Mom also passed. It was a real difficult time as one can imagine. I soon found myself hiding in my racing magazines.
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Drag Racing for me, was always a more than a passing diversion...It was a friend. One that was always there for me. And as fulfilling as my work could be, there was always something missing. Especially then....I took a generous inheritance from my moms estate and paid off all my bills, started a printing business and had a few bucks left over for a project....
>I found the Gary Cochran "Mr. C" AA/FD in an ad in National Dragster on (October 4th, 1996) and started on restoring it..The car was in amazing shape. I got the ID confirmed and even bought a 392 long block. It was a great project for me. I reconnected with old friends, made a lot of new friends and got a great education along the way.
While the car was coming along nicely, once again I found myself over in my head...Those 392's and all the necessary accessories are EXPENSIVE!!! It forced me to really take a look at my budget, my abilities and my goals.
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Since I knew the car had a pedigree and I couldnt bear wrecking it, I decided to sell it. I was very picky about selling it. I wasn't about to sell it to someone who would end up butchering it up to be a bracket car or anyone I didn't think was capable of restoring it properly.
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I dealt with a buyer from Washington who was the biggest asshole I have ever spoken to, I dealt with a drunk from Michigan who never sober enough to have a coherent conversation with. In 2003, we struck a deal with Don Garlits who has the car restored in his museum. While I dont think the restoration is perfect, I know it's safe and will be appreciated. It is where it belongs. Thank You "Big Daddy"!!


