John Phillips // “One, five, four, two, six, three, seven, eight.” I recited that sequence when I first met Albert “Buzz” Rose, owner of 48 Fords. “Firing order, small-block,” he rightly answered. “Guess I gotta let you in. Bigger than crap.” A lot of FoMoCo lore is, to Buzz, bigger than crap. Most of it.
Buzz is 65, has white hair, glasses, Popeye forearms, and one lower tooth that juts out like a fang. He talks faster than an auctioneer. So fast that he sometimes swallows the middle of sentences, leaving the listener to manufacture content. His conversational pace is a kind of numerical stream of consciousness, rattling off Ford VINs, option codes, and production numbers. Buzz has a prominent forehead. I think there’s a lot up there.
Today, Buzz has…
