History: Mr. My Way and his UFO car
Carlo with the gate that he built at the Eden Golf Course in Wilmington (file photo)
Nobody was indeed sure where Carlo came from or how he landed in Wilmington. He said he had been raised in an Italian orphanage, but had been living in France. At times he claimed that the Pope was his father, but he also said his father was Frank Sinatra. Along that line, he switched his name to Mr. My Way, and that was the name on his driver’s license.
He very first came to Wilmington in the early 1970s and bought a building on South Main Street from Wilmington Ford. The price was $125,000. He had a Renault franchise, and would open a dealership. Then Ben Ristuccia of Wilmington Ford told him it would be another $Five,000 for a license to sell cars. Carlo paid him, only to learn later he could have had that license for $200 at the Town Hall.
Carlo was an excellent mechanic. A Datsun B-210 that he tuned got thirty seven m.p.g. As a businessman, however, he soon ran into trouble. Within a duo of years, he lost the dealership and the building.
Possessed of a happy-go-lucky spirit, he opened a garage nearby. When mopeds came on the market, he was one of the very first dealers.
But all was not well with Carlo. He would periodically vanish for a few months. On comeback, he seemed to have a fresh source of cash.
He took up golf, and in 1977, was boasting that he had developed a trick golf shot. He became enamored with the Eden Golf Course on Chestnut Street. He went so far as to weld a fresh front gate for the property.
He ran an ad in the Town Crier under the name Europe Wilmington, claiming to own five businesses: car, oil, Amway, a trampoline business and to be an inventor. He invited the public to a cookout at his house, to be followed by a demonstration of his trick golf shot.
He would often come to the Town Crier office, possibly to place an ad or seeking publicity. His clothes were fairly outlandish. One time, he was wearing crushed velour orange pants with a large rip in the posterior. Another time, he had leather short-shorts and a tank top reading something like, “I don’t care if you don’t want me, I’m the best you’ll ever get.”
At one point, he attempted to place a help-wanted ad for a live-in secretary. He was not blessed when the ad was rejected.
He also determined that golf courses needed water barrels, and persuaded the Fresh Pond golf course to take some. He modified his Renault sedan to carry barrels. There were two in the back seat space, and three more on a roof rack. The rack extended over the spandex hood and was supported by posts on the rubber hood.
The roof rack posts made it difficult to check the oil, so he cut a large slot in the spandex hood. To keep the rain off the engine, he covered the slot with a wheel cover somehow secured with a bungee cord and a golf ball.
He became fairly worried with UFOs. The three blue plastic barrels on the roof rack were marked U, F and O. On the trunk was a grate from a shopping cart, as an antenna to receive contact from the UFOs. Grown into the grate was a cherry tomato plant, for which Carlo suggested no explanation.
A month later, his car was seen in the breakdown lane on Route 93. The UFO barrels were scattered on the side of the road and the bondage mask was open. There was Carlo, leaping around, with a large white cloud coming from the radiator.
The last report of the UFO car was a report in the Malden Evening News. In a year-end wrap-up story, the paper reported the strangest thing to have been seen in that city, a foreign car with three blue barrels on the roof labeled U, F and O.
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History: Mr. My Way and his UFO car
Carlo with the gate that he built at the Eden Golf Course in Wilmington (file photo)
Nobody was indeed sure where Carlo came from or how he landed in Wilmington. He said he had been raised in an Italian orphanage, but had been living in France. At times he claimed that the Pope was his father, but he also said his father was Frank Sinatra. Along that line, he switched his name to Mr. My Way, and that was the name on his driver’s license.
He very first came to Wilmington in the early 1970s and bought a building on South Main Street from Wilmington Ford. The price was $125,000. He had a Renault franchise, and would open a dealership. Then Ben Ristuccia of Wilmington Ford told him it would be another $Five,000 for a license to sell cars. Carlo paid him, only to learn later he could have had that license for $200 at the Town Hall.
Carlo was an excellent mechanic. A Datsun B-210 that he tuned got thirty seven m.p.g. As a businessman, tho’, he soon ran into trouble. Within a duo of years, he lost the dealership and the building.
Possessed of a happy-go-lucky spirit, he opened a garage nearby. When mopeds came on the market, he was one of the very first dealers.
But all was not well with Carlo. He would periodically vanish for a few months. On comeback, he seemed to have a fresh source of cash.
He took up golf, and in 1977, was boasting that he had developed a trick golf shot. He became enamored with the Eden Golf Course on Chestnut Street. He went so far as to weld a fresh front gate for the property.
He ran an ad in the Town Crier under the name Europe Wilmington, claiming to own five businesses: car, oil, Amway, a trampoline business and to be an inventor. He invited the public to a cookout at his house, to be followed by a demonstration of his trick golf shot.
He would often come to the Town Crier office, possibly to place an ad or seeking publicity. His clothes were fairly outlandish. One time, he was wearing crushed velour orange pants with a large rip in the posterior. Another time, he had leather short-shorts and a tank top reading something like, “I don’t care if you don’t want me, I’m the best you’ll ever get.”
At one point, he attempted to place a help-wanted ad for a live-in secretary. He was not glad when the ad was rejected.
He also determined that golf courses needed water barrels, and persuaded the Fresh Pond golf course to take some. He modified his Renault sedan to carry barrels. There were two in the back seat space, and three more on a roof rack. The rack extended over the spandex hood and was supported by posts on the fetish mask.
The roof rack posts made it difficult to check the oil, so he cut a large crevice in the bondage mask. To keep the rain off the engine, he covered the crevice with a wheel cover somehow secured with a bungee cord and a golf ball.
He became fairly worried with UFOs. The three blue plastic barrels on the roof rack were marked U, F and O. On the trunk was a grate from a shopping cart, as an antenna to receive contact from the UFOs. Grown into the grate was a cherry tomato plant, for which Carlo suggested no explanation.
A month later, his car was seen in the breakdown lane on Route 93. The UFO barrels were scattered on the side of the road and the rubber hood was open. There was Carlo, leaping around, with a large white cloud coming from the radiator.
The last report of the UFO car was a report in the Malden Evening News. In a year-end wrap-up story, the paper reported the strangest thing to have been seen in that city, a foreign car with three blue barrels on the roof labeled U, F and O.
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