When my lovely wife was conscripted to sell her late uncle's red '55 Speedster a short time ago, I foolishly did not think to share her plight on the "gun sites". The vehicle had been purchased new by her uncle, had never spent a night outdoors in fifty years, included what I understand was a spare Super 90 motor mounted on a bench in his family room. We found it a good home, but I wish it could have been placed with a good "gun family" instead.