I have a website out referencing my dad, I am always surprised at the letters I have received from people who have written to me after recalling an experience they have had with Alan Jones then googled him, found my website and then shared their memories.
The following is an email I received, which brought back memories of my dad, reminding me, with the greatest love in my heart, of all the unique and memorable experience I have shared with my Dad.
Here is a cut and paste of this man's experience.
I had an experience with your dad back in the early 80s.
I was hitchhiking from Ellensburg Washington to Seattle one afternoon when I was about 19 years old. A corvette pulled up with this guy with a beard and I hopped in. We talked for a little while, then he asked if I would mind if he picked up some beer. No problem, I said. He got some beer at a gas station in Cle Ellem Wa. When he got out of the car and walked into the store to get the beer, I noticed that his thighs (He was wearing shorts) were like those of a speed skater or a professional football lineman, they were like stumps. I remember being surprised by it because he just looked like a regular guy sitting in the drivers seat, I had assumed he was an office worker of something. When he got back to the car, I asked him if he worked out a lot. He laughed and said, yeah. We started drinking beer. He told me that his wife was a professional hydroplane racer, and had broken the world record for situps during a Seahawks game in the kingdome. A car dealership somewhere in eastern Washington, cant remember which town it was, had given her the corvette to use. He said he volunteered to go and pick it up for her. Cool, I said. He told me that he was the public relations guy for some fitness company. He looked vaguely familiar. He was a really cool guy.
I have never before or since met a person who could consume so much beer in as little time as this guy did. In the 45 minutes it took to drive to Snoqualmie pass, he drank 9 beers. Between the top of Snoqualmie pass and Bellevue where he dropped me off, he drank at least ten more. I drank 3 or 4 over the whole trip. The beer had no apparent effect on him. He was very cool about everything and we actually had a pretty good time driving over. I remember thinking that his wife might kill him coming home stinking of beer with her new corvette. When he dropped me off, he gave me $10. Back then that was a lot of money to just give to a hitchhiker. He insisted I take it because he had to drop me off right on the freeway, because he was really in a hurry. I walked to a bus stop and caught a bus to my house in Seattle.
The next night my roomie and I were watching TV and a Captain America Jones commercial came on. That's where I had seen him before. Back then his fitness commercials were on a lot.
That is about how I remember it. I have been telling that story to people since it happened around 1982 or so.
You can ask me more if need be, but that is how I remember it.
