This was 1952. I was 15 at the time, thoroughly car-crazy, but lacking a license. My friend, Norm, probably 18, was licensed to drive. We were close neighbors living in a WWII-era housing project in Vallejo, maybe 30 or 40 miles from our target. Norm owned a 1929 Chevrolet roadster we took off-roading whenever the impulse struck.
It all started out innocently enough. We had the camper packed and were on the way for a week of fun at the 2017 AACA Fall Meet in Hershey. We planned for a few long days walking around the show grounds and flea market, visiting the AACA Museum, taking in some local antique shops and relaxing in the evening back at the camper with the dogs and some beverages.