I was standing on the street Saturday just admiring the cars and then a sound cut clean through the noise of the crowd. It was a sound of mechanical heaven: The whine of a gear-driven massive hunk of precision honed metal parts breathing through the pipes of ready-for-battle hard stainless steel. As a want-to-be gear head I know this sound and I turned towards it. The thing a big block blown Willys Coupe! I made may way down the street this beast went down and to take several shots of it. As has been the case, at least with me, I ask if I could take some pictures and the owner said “sure”. I talked to him for a bit and he said he drove this from his home forty-miles away without one hiccup.No trailer-queen here folks. Now that’s cool! As others gathered around I headed out to check out more cars and realized later I did not ask him what year it was. I am thinking the mid-nineteen-thirties. None the less here is one willy sweet ride.