About

About

Randall Wright

Born on July 4, 1937, in the heart of Hampton, Arkansas, Randall Wright’s life unfolded like a well-worn novel, each chapter revealing a new adventure.

Growing up on the family farm, young Randall developed a deep connection with the land. The sunrises painted the sky in hues of gold, and the scent of freshly tilled soil lingered in the air. It was here that he first discovered the magic of storytelling—the way words could weave reality into dreams and dreams into reality.

In 1955, Randall donned his graduation cap as the proud Class President and an Honor Student at Hampton High. His eyes sparkled with ambition, and the world beckoned beyond the cotton fields. Saint Louis, Missouri, became his next canvas—a city pulsing with life, innovation, and opportunity.
At McDonnell Aircraft (later McDonnell Douglas), Randall’s hands touched the wings of giants. He worked tirelessly on projects that would shape history. But life is more than blueprints and rivets. Randall left the assembly line in 1978 to live in the sun-kissed East Bay Area of San Francisco. Here, he learned the craft of vehicle repair and restoration by exchanging his tools for wrenches. The metallic taste of aluminum gave way to the smell of engine oil.

Randall, a skilled restorer of vintage automobiles, gained recognition for his meticulous work. His masterpieces, restored classics, won the prestigious title of “Best of Show” at the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance in 1984 and 1986. Fate intervened when a collector with 85 cars sought Randall’s expertise. His mission: to revive each vehicle.

In 2022, the world marveled. The collector’s fleet—Randall’s opus—was crowned the World’s No. 1 car collection. The engines roared, and memories danced in exhaust fumes. Randall had orchestrated a symphony of steel, leather, and nostalgia.

In 1999, Randall hung up his wrenches and moved to Edmond, Oklahoma. But his hands never stopped creating. When inspiration struck, he scribbled “Thought Prints”—raw, unfiltered glimpses of life. Sometimes the words flowed like a serene river; other times, they stormed like a tempest. But Randall knew that every thought deserved its place, even if rearranged later.

And so, the author of machines and memories continued to write—his life a tapestry of words and wheels, each turn revealing a new chapter.