Bob turned heads (quickly) on the racecourses of Europe as they sped by at speed, but there was a time and a place for speed. His chopped custom was meant to turn heads alright—girl’s—as Bob slowly cruised to the Piccadilly Drive In. “A bunch of us hung out at the Piccadilly Drive-In on Sepulveda Boulevard to check out the girls and the hot rods. After, we’d street race on Sepulveda Saturday nights because it had a long straightaway. One guy would be the lookout and if the cops were coming he’d flash his lights and we’d take off in different directions. I never got caught,” Bob laughs.