when i was three years old my dad drove a 1953 pea green ford .. every friday was payday and i knew he would be bringing home a half gallon of metropolitan ice cream ( vanilla/strawberry and chocolate in the same box ) and a six pack of double colas .i also knew about the exact time he should be pulling in the driveway .. when he did i would run out and grab onto his leg with a death grip and he would limp his way onto the front porch and being the baby of the family i would get first crack at the goodies .one day a green 53 ford pulled in the drive .. as usual i went nuts and went out and clung to the leg with my usual vigor yelling " DADDY DADDY " ..a moment later another green 53 ford pulled in the drive .. i still clinging to this leg like my life depended on it ..strangely i remember seeing my daddy getting out of the second car ..walk up to me hanging on to a salesman's leg yelling DADDY then looking at my mother and saying .. honey "" if this man is little hoss`s daddy we need to have a talk ..but my first hotrod experience was an older brother coming home from vietnam and buying a new 66 ford 7 litre 4 speed galixie ..been in love with ford every since ...