This is a little long, but hopefully you will enjoy the story:
About 15 years ago met a girl in Barrington IL and we started to date. Her sister had a gearhead boyfriend, so it always worked out well when we'd all get together. The girl and I moved out to CO together, and one day I got a call from my girl's sister's boyfriend. He said that a close friend of his Dad's had died recently, and now his widow was ill. He "Pat" and his Dad were heading to California (from Barrington IL) to help settle her estate. Part of this involved clearing out her deceased husband's garages in Hollywood. Pat's Dad knew there were some treasures in there, as he had sold his Ferrari 250 Europa GT to this guy many years back. He was now going to rescue the car, and restore it.
Pat was going to be driving a big U-Haul filled with treasure, and towing the Ferrari from CA back to IL. He asked if he could spend the night with us in Denver, and if I'd be interested in helping him drive from CO back to IL. I'd also help unload the truck and car. I jumped at the chance. I mean how often do you get a chance to help save a Ferrari right?
The trip went well, and I still remember arriving in IL and holding those Ferrari valve covers in my hands. Even the oil pan was a fluted aluminum work of art. Amazing! Pat's Dad was a wonderful guy, and a real enthusiast. They flew me back home after we unloaded. As my girl and I split, and Pat and his girl split, we lost touch. This was 1997 or so.
Fast forward to the 2009 Ameilia Island Concours. I was there working for CMS, running the booth. Towards the end of the day Margie was nice enough to relieve me of my booth duties so I could walk around and check out the event a bit. (having a cool boss rocks!)
On the lawn I came across a Ferrari 250 Europa GT. (I always check them out when I see them at shows because that cross country trip was so memorable) Looking at the placard in front of the car I noticed it was from Barrington IL. Then I read the story on the placard and chills ran down my spine. You guessed it! Here in front on me, on the lawn at Amelia Island was that very same Ferrari that I had helped move across the country over 10 years ago! Of course now the car was stunningly beautiful, and gloriously restored.
When I approached the owner and introduced myself, he said, "nice to meet you". I replied "Actually, we've met before!" I then told him that I was the guy who helped bring the Ferrari back with his son. It was a special moment, as his wife took a picture of us by the car. I was also treated to the photo album documenting the restoration. What a great time!
Sorry for the length of this, but it is special moments like this that set our hobby apart from others. Some cars are immortal, and what a wonderful thing to run into old "friends" again!
The "special" was covered with an aluminum body that looked sort of like a front-engine 917. I actually built the exhaust system for it (four megaphones). We took it to Lime Rock and it was really something (this was before the LR muffler requirements.....hell, we might has "caused" them).
A few months later, my college roomate (who worked at the shop and was a fellow-Sprite racer) took the car out with "dealer tags" on the street and ran it into a telephone pole. Front page in the local newspaper. He was OK but the "Ferrari" was destroyed and they moved on to another project.
I don't think anyone saved any pictures of the car. Just imagine chopping two Ferraris in half today to build what was basically a "hot rod". 
