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In 1956 Dad sold the Squire but not before I was able to use it to pursue the lovely Mary, the first girl that I dated that he really dug and deemed Squire-worthy. He would say.”If you are going to see Mary, take the Squire!” What a deal that was! Mary and I have been married for nearly 56 years leading me to believe that it wasn’t all Squire that swung the deal. Dad was the best man at my wedding as he was at my brother’s.
Preparations for the 1950 expedition to the Glen included ordering a British Cromwell crash helmet and obtaining a seat belt from a local Army/Navy surplus store. Dad assembled all his Whitworth tools and arranged to drive in tandem with his friend Norm Couty. Couty and his wife were in his new Olds and it had plenty of trunk space for our extra gear. He had also thrown in a lengthy and stout rope ‘just in case’ the SS100 had problems.