I had the good fortune of meeting Artie and his young son when I purchased a Poly 318 from him. A most hospitable host with a good chuckle and a most obvious passion for his cars. A garage set up to work and enjoy the car passion, he was so so so interested In Teaching his son the ropes.
We talked for hours yuk-yuking it up and laughing at our follies of days gone past and pitching each other's dreams for future events in stomping out the competition in our cars. He was pointing out to me his 440 that his wife has up for sale now.
I do believe it was to be slated for a white Duster.
Or it might have been for the red car. A B body.
It was 100% worth the trip to the west side of Maryland from the Island.
Artie, rest in peace brother. Hope to see ya at the racetrack. Perhaps, I can do ya proud.
To Artie's family;
May the good time memories forever remain and the pain of this be ever so short.