long story but here goes. when i was young my life was pretty bad. my mom, brother and i lived through hell and back with my father. my mom was the only one that supported us as my father was a violent drunk. mom did the best she could and squirreld away money for years to buy something special. what she brought was a bright orange 68 gto with the his/hers shifter and the 454 tricked out. we lived in baltimore maryland at the time and radar had to be on stands or hand held. if you have ever been to baltimore than you know that there are alot of nice flat brideges where radar used to not pick up. so to get away from our house for a little while her and i would go to race other cars on the bridges. my brother is scared of going fast. we had a blast. my dad would find out and take parts off the car such as core wires or other cables. so my mom taught me how to put them back on and we would sneak out and do it again. so my dad took the car and blew the engine by over reving it. so we got it towed to the dealer and a bigger engine put in. i truly loved that car and the freedom it brought. as the years passed we finally moved to virginia where both of my parents grew up. when we did my farther took the car one day and sold it for a 6 pack of beer. I miss that car. But my mom taught me to never let someone else control what you do. To be able to stand on my own two feet. and to marry a man that respects and loves me. I ahve all that and as my 2 sons did not need me as much since they have gotten older my hubby encouraged me about 4 years ago to follow my passion for cars and to make it mine. I developed anxiety disorder and a phobia of bridges because of everything that i went through as a kid but when i am in my car or working on it i am happy and at peace.