By Wallace Wyss
Photos by Jim Fetz
OK; I am going to get flack on this, making that claim, but it so happens I have a personal investment in this particular car–I’ve spent hours trying to find out if one of them was for sale. You might say I’ve been carrying a torch for this car for 49 years.
The first time I saw one was in 1966 when Dick Wingerson, my copy chief at the ad agency, said “You oughta go over to the Vette Shop, they got an Italian-bodied Corvette powered car.” I went there but the owner of the shop said it wasn’t for sale, only there for service.
So a decade or two later, I’m driving through Vegas, there’s the same damn car in a gas station with a flat tire. I put a note on it.
No answer.
Then another few years go by, I’m in Malibu going uphill from Pacific Coast Highway, there it is –the same damn car again–in front of someone’s house. I put a note on it.
No one answers.
Eventually I find out it belongs to Mark Sassak and he and I become friends.
Only now the damn Bitz spyders are worth like, I dunno, a million each?
Anyhow there’s going to be a display of all three at an upcoming concours.