BMX Bandit said:
That's a great story!
Makes for a great story now but living through it was a different story. When uniformed DOD and plainclothes FBI agents show up at your house late at night, on several different occasions, it got a little stressful.
FTR: I was never able to even speak by telephone with the DOD "purchaser" after the first awkward call when he screamed at me (once I identified myself and why I was calling) "I can't talk to you! It's Top Secret!"
I found out later that the guy actually worked for a DOD contractor who had lied about how they had obtained the vehicles for the test. They told DOD they had purchased all of them and faked the paperwork on that. They were greedy as my client's car was the most expensive model that manufacturer offered at the time.
So if they had just bought the car and destroyed it after, no one would have ever known. But when I started raising questions about a car that DOD thought was a completely clean operation, they had to wonder how I even knew about it. Hence the late night visits. I was single and living alone at the time and then they told me the reason the came under cover of darkness was not to alert our nation's enemies (Soviet Union) to my existence...for my own safety....
That's a HOLY CRAP moment. The Soviets are after me?
Looking back I now know they were interrogating me trying to scare me to see if I was who I said I was.
One last thing. When I was about 14 years old, I was given a social studies assignment to do a presentation on the US Communist Party. So, I went to the library, got an address for the Communist Party (in DC, IIRC) and sent a request for their literature to assist my research. Since my Dad was an oil company exec travelling all over the world at the time, apparently that got flagged. LOL.
The FBI already had a file on me because of that and they brought it up. I knew at the time that the FBI had showed up at my school because of my letter but I never had thought anything about it since then. But somebody made the connection obviously.
So I had DOD and FBI guys in my living room late at night (I'm in my PJs) not sure if I'm a Soviet mole or a target for Soviet kidnapping because of what I know. (Or to be more precise, what they think I know.)
Yeah, not fun at the time.