I met Bob by chance in London some time in the 1970,s I think he had just gotten married and was staying at Claridges Hotel.
It was late in the evening and I was with a friend from Morroco . I had been showing some London sights and we ended up in a ‘Sands’ a coffee shop in Bond Street. I was just parking my car when Bob walked by an said “Hey I really like your car , do you want to sell it?” ( 1949 Triumph Roadster 2000 in concours condition) He said he had a similar car some years ago and he’d liked it a lot. We ended up in the coffee bar negotiating who would pay the bill by dipping ‘paper, stone, scissors’
He ended up buying my car (some thing I have always regretted selling) and shipping it to the States as deck cargo. I believe this was to the detriment of the car because he said that when he collected it the battery kept going flat and that his journey from Baltimore to Michigan was via hilltop Motels so he could roll start the car.
I think he was happy with the Roadster because he said kids and adults all called out “I like your car! ” as he drove by.
Bob purchased the car but wanted it ‘left hand drive’ so I found a wrecked roadster in a cow field and managed to buy the steering column but had to remove it myself. I also managed to locate the only left hand ball joint in existence to ship with the car so that Bob could get the Roadster converted in the states.
I remember him because he left arrangements for me to dine with a friend at Claridges after he had returned to The USA and that his letters were the most unique and interesting that I have ever received .
In one letter he mentioned a throwing a party and being able to join in with some jazz among several tons of friends.
With busy lives we soon lost touch but I always wondered how he was which led to me googling him.
I am sorry to learn that he has passed away but I am glad to read about him and the full and eventful life he enjoyed. Certainly someone you don’t forget.
I wonder what happened to the car.
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Comment on Bob Byerly’s beautiful mind by Malcolm kerr
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