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Remember Bill Collins? How could one possibly forget that character? The day he fired off an email to me, adorned with snapshots of the then-obscure Scorpion Dragster, seeking the green light to grace the HAMB Drags, is etched in my mind like a baby delivery. Questions rattled my skull: Who the hell is this guy? And where in the twisted universe did he emerge from?
Around that same chaotic time, I found myself in cahoots with Karl Knecht, deep in the trenches of a dash insert collaboration. Intrigued by Bill’s sudden appearance, I shot Karl a message, wondering if the man from Dallas rang any bells for him. Karl’s response, delivered via the electronic ether, crackled with intrigue: “Bill? You don’t know Bill? He’s a Texas legend, been wrenching on hot rods since we were knee-high to a jackrabbit. The first kid I ever knew with a real-deal hot rod straight out of the glossy pages. A ’40 Ford with all the California tricks.”
Stumbling upon that nugget of electronic history last night, I felt the pull of nostalgia. A wild urge to track down this elusive ’40 Ford seized me. A quick dance with the Google gods yielded nothing, leaving me groping in the dark. But then, salvation manifested in the form of Kustomrama.com – a trove of automotive lore. Lo and behold, a feature on Bill’s 1939 Ford Convertible materialized. Could this be the very machine Karl waxed poetic about?
True to the gospel of Bill Collins, the old Ford is a sight to behold. Immaculate, understated, and oozing restraint—three words that set my soul ablaze. The man had a knack for crafting perfection – didn’t he?
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