My Uncle Billy liked to work on cars. He wasn't much interested in school; he used to sit through math class drawing pictures of hot rods in his notebooks. So, when he got out of high school he went down to Raleigh Motors in Beckley and applied for a job as a mechanic.
The receptionist gave him an application to fill out, front and back. Billy answered what he could and then just to kill time while he waited to talk to the manager he doodled this car in the margin under his signature: a two-seat convertible, real low and sleek. It was a silly thing, you know, like you'd expect, with big flames and smoke shooting out of the ass end.
A couple of weeks later Billy got a telephone call. Raleigh wasn't hiring but someone had sent his application out to GM in Detroit, and they wanted him to come out and work as an engineer for a while.
Turns out that they really, really liked that drawing of the sports car. So he became one of the designers of the original Corvette. The most amazing thing was that the profile of the C1 was exactly the same as on his original drawing.Incredible, I know, but it's true.
Anyway, Billy worked out there for a couple of years but they put him to work on the Corvair and he got bored and went home and got work as a mechanic in one of the big mines outside Stanford.
I did see Billy's original sketch, once, but Aunt Velma threw it and most of Billy's other stuff out some years back when, well, you know...
You'll just have to believe me. You've got no evidence that the story isn't true; you can't prove that it didn't happen - weirder things have, and everyone knows that the people running the automobile industry have no ethics whatever - and you don't dare call me a liar.
This is more likely to have really happened than the Chico and the Man story.
