When Walt Arfons and Bobby were first building the jet cars in Walt's garage on Pickle Road in Akron, there was a swampy area out back. After a year or so there was no more swamp because they would test fire the cars out the back bay doors and it dried the wet land up.

If one of them got cut working with the sheet metal, the other one just sewed him up with a needle and thread. They did all the welding, bending and assembly themselves, so that in each car there was the soul of those two wonderful guys.

I will send more stories as I think of them. We really loved him, he was such a character, always ready to crack a joke or help where he could. My son thought so much of him and my brother David that he named his son for them.

Judy Frederick, sister