I was 15 when I happened to walk by an old ,and seemingly long shuttered HUDSON dealership. Peeking through dust covered glass I observed a 1952 Hudson Hornet on the showroom floor. I also noticed an elderly gentleman puttering about inside, and knocked on the door. Turns out he was the owner of the establishment, who quit selling new cars after Hudson met it's demise. He was, as Hudson people tend to be, somewhat fanatical about the cars he used to sell, and I was intrigued with the Hornet's styling and sumptuous interior. Aware of my budding enthusiasm, he confided that for personal reasons, probably health related, it was time to let his last Hudson go. I explained I only had 500.00. After mulling it over for awhile, he invited me into the sales office, found some old sales contracts in his desk, and processed the sale. He explained that before I took delivery of my new ride, he would need to check it over in the service area of the dealership. Upon presenting me with the keys, he gave me a serious heads up regarding the carburetor. "Son, whatever you do, don't mess with the carburetor, it took me forever to get it 'just right', and I worked on it for weeks !'' Well, after a week of sputtering around when I gave it some gas, and checking out the ignition and whatnot, I came to the conclusion that it had to be the carb. When I removed the top plate I discovered he had small springs arranged here and about. After replacing the carb with another, the car ran like new ! It's been said that madness sometimes intersects with genius. He passed away after making this, his last sale, so I did not have the opportunity to know him better. For all I know, he was a very smart man.