In 1966, I was at the Chez Club in West Hollywood to see Buddy Rich perform. I was a teenager at the time. A good friend of Buddy’s was in our party. She turns to me and says, “You ought to meet Steve. The two of you have the same kind of Ferrari.” I asked, “Steve who?” whereupon she leads me over to where Steve McQueen is sitting on a barstool waiting for Buddy to appear. He and I spent the next twenty minutes talking about the Firestone Indy tires we both had on our Berlinetta
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