I've had the car crazies since I watched my dad and my uncle homer overhaul the engine of dad's 62 Chevy pickup when I was about 11. I've had so many cars (over 200) that i stopped counting and there were many I'd like to have back. Some got finished but most of them I'd sell after tinkering a while. I started into hotrods when I was in a catholic high school in the mid 1980's with a lot of rich kids. A lot of them were getting new Camaros and Mustangs. We didnt have a lot of money but we were happy and did fine. I had to drive my moms old 1970 Buick Lasabre to school with a crunched rear quarter and plenty of rust, but it did have a 455. After being made fun of for several weeks after I got my license, I took the old green Buick out to a stretch of hiway 67 where they all raced, and blew the doors off of all their new cars. That old Buick was always one of my favorites.