WHOSE CAR IS THIS????

Today I am going to post a little about my favorite car. In June of 2010, my dad, my uncle, and I took two of the cars up to Escanaba, MI to their annual Fun Run. My uncle wanted to go because he heard there were still cars in the area and he wanted to spark some interest and see if any popped out of the woodwork. My friend Jason pulled us through the parade on Friday night and we ended at the fairgrounds where the car show would be the next day. Since they were going to have a few races at the track that year, they posted us right in front of the grandstand. The track had been idle for several years and they were just in the beginning stages of getting it going again.

http://www.upirtrack.com/index.html

While setting up on Friday, a local resident came up to us and said "I just saw one of these going to the scrap yard today." "WHAT? WHERE? WHY?" We found out where and were waiting with a trailer outside the front gate 20 minutes before they opened on Saturday morning. After a brief runaround with the workers and the owners, we were able to purchase the car. They don't sell racecars and we couldn't convince them that this technically wasn't a racecar. I took a picture and showed it to her and she said "You want to buy those pipes?" GASP!!!! "Yes, we want to buy those pipes!" So we loaded up and headed back over to the show.

Now the search was on for whose it used to be. There was plenty of speculation based on the few bits and pieces of body panels we dug out and threw on the frame. Most of the former racers figured it was Fran Ansell's car based on the style and body panels. We got a hold of Fran and within seconds of looking at it, he could tell that it wasn't his car. The search continued. My uncle spent many hours looking at former race programs until a steering component and sticker placement caught his eye. He asked my opinion and I agreed with him.

 After doing some research, my uncle was able to get in contact with Gene Coleman. The first thing Gene said was that car was junked and cut up a long time ago. My uncle still feeling confident, convinced Gene to stop and take a look next time he was passing through town. Mr. Coleman agreed. 

When Gene arrived at my uncle's house, he took one look and the car and said................................... to be continued.