Bill's Car
My grandfather, Bill Poage, acquired this 1928 Ford Model A Sport Coupe around 1986 — nearly forty years before it became mine. For most of that time it lived in Colorado, cared for and driven on special occasions the way a car like this deserves to be.
The Rumble Seat
My earliest memory of this car is riding in the rumble seat. As a kid in the early 1990s, I remember climbing into that open-air back seat with my grandad and heading to church. There's something about sitting outside in the wind, watching the road disappear behind you, that stays with you. It felt like riding in a different era entirely — because you were.
Learning to Drive It
When I was 17, around 1997, my grandad took me out to his house in Colorado Springs and taught me how to drive it. The Model A has no synchromesh transmission, no power steering, and a throttle on the steering column — it requires you to think differently than any modern car. I made it around the block. That felt like an accomplishment.
April 19, 2026
Earlier this year, Bill signed the title over to me. It's hard to put into words what that moment meant — decades of memories, a car that outlasted nearly a century, handed from one generation to the next in a single afternoon. This site is partly a record of the car's history, and partly a thank-you to the man who kept it alive long enough to pass it on.
As he handed over the title, Bill gave me three instructions:
- Keep it as close to original as possible.
- Take it in parades.
- Take it to car shows.
Simple. Clear. Those three things are the mission now.