Itoldyouso---Growing up in the sixties was completely magic. There are no other words for it. It is a time that the world will never see again. The cars, the music, the girls. It doesn't matter if it was in California or in central Ontario where I grew up----magic!!!. We felt the Americans pain when Kennedy was assasinated. We understood the frustrations of the Vietnam war, and the terrible effect it had on so many young men and families.
I was an engineering apprentice between 1965 and 1970, away from home for the first time in a "big" city. I belonged to the Road Angels car club, and we campaigned a rail dragster on the weekends---Sunday was "race day".
We ran at the old Desoronto airstrip near Belleville Ontario, and it was the most exciting thing to have happened in my life at the tender age of 19 to 22 years old.
I got a phone call this winter---the Road Angels are having their 50th anniversary this summer, and although Belleville is about 200 miles from where I live now, they want me to come and bring the roadster pickup!!!
I kinda feel sorry for todays 17 year old motor heads---they'll never experience anything like it.