In the early 1980s I was was managing a new store in Sherman Oaks, CA for the Al ‘n Ed’s Auto Sound Stores. In that area, we hIn the early 1980s I was was managing a new store in Sherman Oaks, CA for the Al ‘n Ed’s Auto Sound Stores. In that area, we had a lot of show business people and as manager I was the one who dealt with them. One morning a bright red Lamborghini Countach pulled up to the corner on Van Nuys Blvd., the doors lifted up and out stepped Eddie Van Halen. We talked for a few minutes and he told me what he wanted done. He gave me the keys and asked that I be the only one to drive it.
Where he had parked, the only way to the service bays was to get on the Ventura Freeway and off again, circling around. He waved goodbye and got in another car with someone else. I swallowed, got into the bright red sports car and shifted into first. By the time I was on the freeway and in 3rd gear I was over 60mph. I curbed my temptation to drive to Santa Barbara and back and got off at the next exit. I pulled into the service bay and my team got to work on the car.
Later that afternoon, I called him to tell him the car was finished. He showed up and we chatted for a few minutes before I showed him the car. He smiled, said “thanks” and drove off. He seemed like a genuinely good guy. RIP, Eddie. ad a lot of show business people and as manager I was the one who dealt with them. One morning a bright red Lamborghini Countach pulled up to the corner on Van Nuys Blvd., the doors lifted up and out stepped Eddie Van Halen. We talked for a few minutes and he told me what he wanted done. He gave me the keys and asked that I be the only one to drive it.
Where he had parked, the only way to the service bays was to get on the Ventura Freeway 
and off again, circling around. He waved goodbye and got in another car with someone else. I swallowed, got into the bright red sports car and shifted into first. By the time I was on the freeway and in 3rd gear I was over 60mph. I curbed my temptation to drive to Santa Barbara and back and got off at the next exit. I pulled into the service bay and my team got to work on the car.
Later that afternoon, I called him to tell him the car was finished. He showed up and we chatted for a few minutes before I showed him the car. He smiled, said “thanks” and drove off. He seemed like a genuinely good guy. RIP, Eddie.
