Three years ago, Roger Hickey lost his dad Harry. Wishing to offer a proper send-off for the man who so inspired him, Roger orchestrated a plan to properly lay his father to rest. In doing so, there was not only a fitting tribute, but a world record as well.
My early years were consumed with following my dad around the garage fetching wrenches and riding to car shows with him. I have pictures of many of his high school cars, almost all of which happened to be ’49 through ’51 Fords. A few coupes, several Fordors, a smattering of Tudors. Of course, I developed a love for the Shoebox Ford.