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Randy Adams was bicycling home one sunny afternoon in 1976 when a sight stopped him in his tracks: a yellow 1970 Dodge Super Bee. The Mopar machine wasn’t rumbling along in his Lima, Ohio, neighborhood but rather hung on a wrecker’s hook headed for sure destruction at the local junkyard. Something about the special Coronet coupe with its famed fluttering-wings grille design set flight to the youngster’s imagination and he had to have it.
The car had been owned by a neighbor’s wife. Her dad bought it for her brand new for commuting purposes. At the time, she was in college and buzzed back and forth every weekend from her classes in Lexington, Kentucky, to her family’s home in Cleveland, Ohio. Over 100,000 miles racked up before the factory 383 CI V-8 motor gave out. Less than thrilled, her husband—a diehard Ford enthusiast and employee for the brand—parked it in their side lot, and after finally having enough, he decided to let it go, calling the tow truck to haul it off.
I "understand", as it is not for everyones liking...but the "Kid" grew up, finally had the money to restore to his liking and created a Wild Superbee.
The car had been owned by a neighbor’s wife. Her dad bought it for her brand new for commuting purposes. At the time, she was in college and buzzed back and forth every weekend from her classes in Lexington, Kentucky, to her family’s home in Cleveland, Ohio. Over 100,000 miles racked up before the factory 383 CI V-8 motor gave out. Less than thrilled, her husband—a diehard Ford enthusiast and employee for the brand—parked it in their side lot, and after finally having enough, he decided to let it go, calling the tow truck to haul it off.
I "understand", as it is not for everyones liking...but the "Kid" grew up, finally had the money to restore to his liking and created a Wild Superbee.