pepper spray. Alejandro de Tomaso would steal your wife’s underwear and maybe two ashtrays. Carroll Shelby was always about 19 inches from the flaming-hot door of a federal district court. Henry the Deuce once ate a bag of puppies. John DeLorean, studying 59 pounds of cocaine, famously uttered, “Good as gold!” And I’m not even going to say a word about former supercar builders Jerry Wiegert and Warren Mosler, because I’m afraid of them.
But I will say this: Those guys actually, you know, built stuff—crazy, eccentric, nonsensical mobile fascinations that often went straight to nowhere yet delighted nearly everyone, particularly me. Compare their no-fear accomplishments with the inane wallflower sanity of, oh, say, GM’s Roger Smith, who couldn’t even hold his own against Michael Moore.
Which brings us, indirectly,…
