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.
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.