Friendship is a powerful thing.
This is for Mike
the Ranchero and the Blue Q.
Do Classic Cars find you?
Always for the want of a Ranchero.
My brother’s car was a black, deluxe model with bucket seats. So for ten years, pinned on a bulletin board in my office were the exact dimensions of a ‘65 Ranchero, reminding me that someday I would find the perfect car and make it mine.