Johnny was the guy who took me for my first ride in a mopar. When I met him, some 20 years ago, he owned a B300 van ,and a few years later he got himself a gorgeous D200. he loved them. My first mopar was a B300 too, and we had loads of midnight wrenching hours, fun and crazy adventures in those days.
He also was my best man at our wedding, my wife and me in the van and Johnny with his girl in the bright yellow pick up, looking nice in front of the town hall...they even wanted to have the police tow our cars out of there, cause they couldn`t believe we were there for a wedding in those trucks
About 8 years ago we lost track of eachother and about a month ago I suddenly felt the need to go see him, but he did no longer live were he used to.
After some surching I found his dad`s phone# and called him....he told me he hadn`t seen his son in 5 years. Since I did not have any leads left, I stopped surching, leaving me with a very unsatisfied and strange feeling.
Tonight I got a phonecall from an old friend that Johnny died last thursday, while playing in a bar with his band...he died a half hour before his 50th birthday. It just hit me like a ton of bricks...
He was a strange guy, got himself in trouble all the time, but he was my friend and was always there if needed, and now I couldn`t find him...
sorry to bother you with this story....just had to vent
