My mom actually decided for the family that we would go to no car shows. However, we lived up the street from the motels people stayed at during their stay at the NSRA nationals in Knoxville. Every year from the time they moved to Knoxville from Gatlinburg to now, we would go cruising. There were a few times I was actually able to go out and talk to the owners when I was a little tike. None of them would ever let me near them, let alone touch them. I think the first old car I actually got to lay a hand on was my first 1939 Nash. Things have looked up from there. When I went to Michigan to pick up my other 39, we stopped in to see a guy by the name of Havekost. He is the technical advisor to the Nash Car Club of America, and has QUITE a collection. He was willing to let me do anything short of drive them, though out of respect for their age, I didn't sit in them. He had a 1966 Marlin I was all over. I think when I get my rod finished and actually make it to the shows, I'll let people get near it. I figure if people have an interest enough to come to the show, you might as well give them a treat the other snobs forego. Sure, I'll let the kids sit in it, maybe even the adults as long as they don't come up with a chip on their shoulder. Yall have the right idea, inspire the young ones so we'll have a few less future ricers.