This is a love story about a man and his missing Mamba.
It began in July 1968, in a body shop called Korky’s in North Hollywood, Calif., down the street from a bar run by a dwarf.
When he wasn’t at the bar, Doug Rose was at the body shop, assembling his dream — a jet-propelled car.
He’d crashed an earlier version, losing his legs from the knees down, but not his craving for speed.
It took him six months, 3,000 pounds of metal and a $400 surplus engine from a Navy fighter jet. In return, he got 6,500 pounds of thrust and a lifetime supply of adrenaline.
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