No idea. A bit more to the story.. Although my father didn’t know the man personally, he knew about him. The man was a very rich lawyer who had a collection of vintage autos. He took us for a ride down Main St. in Metuchen N.J. when it was a quaint typical old town U.S.A. The man had an Ooogah horn and as people on the sidewalks would wave, he would honk the horn. Later I said to my dad, “I thought you didn’t like lawyers to much”. He said. “Well this one is a republican so we give him a pass”.
What wonderful stories…🙂
Glad to read that I am not the only person in the world who considers veteran cars to be magical. Oh, how I wish I could ride in one, one fine day.