Wow, lots of great stories here.

I started back in the 60's when the local airstrip would get turned into an 1/8 mile dragstrip on the weekends. Would ride a horse as close as they would get to all that noise and then walk the rest of the way. Later we gave up on the horses and used bikes to get us to the drags. I kept attending the races and getting pit passes, oh the smell of alchohol and nitro! The sound of those top fuel guys! Yippppeeeeee!

Helped my friend's cousin get his T-bucket down to Cottage Grove one weekend and had a great time riding shotgun!

Then I found Hot Rod magazine! From there on it was all over. My first car was a '64 MGB that I tore apart within a week of getting it. Positive ground just blew me away.

Sports cars and then muscle cars, what a great bunch of decades. Now I'm still into muscle cars and am starting to think about a true Hot Rod.