Seems this good ol' boy from the hills decided to trade in his "work car" for something that would really fly when the shooting started in '41 and help out his "Uncle" a little. After hauling whiskey for a few years this might just seem easy. Not sure which is more exciting...... Getting chased and shot at at 100 mph on those old mountain roads at night with no lights or getting chased and shot at at over 300 mph in the wild blue yonder and being able to shoot back. Using a mix of 21st Century plastic and Ertl diecast, I first shot this pic in color but liked the old school "feel" of it in black and white better.
