The search for a suitable Model A coupe ended in November 2007, when my friend Sandy Wachs mentioned he had a 1931 Ford Model A coupe body in his backyard that belonged to his friend Aaron Kahan, and just happened to be for sale. I went over to his house in Burbank, California, to check it out. My expectations were pretty low because all the other coupes I looked at were less than satisfactory, at least for what I had in mind.

But there it was, under a green army tarp. It was primered gray, but I could tell this body was "the one", and I knew I had to have it.

A phone call was made to Aaron, and I was told someone else had first dibs on the car, but he would let me know as soon as possible. Right after hanging up with him, I called my wife, Gloria, who was out of town on business, to tell her about "the one". She immediately made it clear to me that we don't need another "rust bucket" in the backyard, and there was no way this was going to happen.

Disappointed, but not discouraged, I knew I couldn't let this car go, so I decided this was going to be my secret ... I was going to buy it anyway.

Two weeks go by, and Aaron hasn't called. So I call him, only to find out the other person hasn't made up their mind yet. He said he would call me when he knew more.

Two more weeks go by. I call again, leave messages, but he still won't return my calls. I'm getting pretty frustrated by this point.

Two weeks after that, just a few days before the Mooneyes show, my wife, Gloria, comes home, and I spill the beans about my secret and how the big master plan of owning this coupe wasn't going to happen after all. I also knew that I would see Aaron at the Mooneyes show, and I was going to have a serious talk with him, making sure he knew how upset I was that he never got back to me.

All of a sudden, my wife shouts, "That's it-I've had enough!" She stormed away, only to return with a piece of paper.

"Merry Christmas!" she said. In her hand was a bill of sale for the coupe. I was in shock, to say the least ... I had never gotten a Christmas gift like that before.

Turns out that Gloria had secretly contacted my friend, Eddie Nunez, who also knew Aaron-he struck a deal to buy the car for me. The whole time she was on location in Mexico, wiring money to Aaron.

A week after the whole ordeal, all the guys helped me bring the car to my shop in Burbank-everyone was glad this was over; they couldn't stand lying to me all this time! Thanks Aaron, Sandy, Eddie, and of course, Gloria!