When I was in Junior High and High School there were two groups of guys......Jocks who loved sports and gearheads who ate, drank and slept cars. Guess which one I was in? We would go from class to class making these stupid squealing tire sounds and shifting gears. Dumb, I know , but it was fun then.

If we got a glimpse of some hot car or actually got invited to ride in one we were on cloud nine. Like many of you I had tablet after tablet of hot rods I drew, planning the hot rod I was going to actually own some day. The little hot rod magazines that sold for 25 cents fit really well into an English or Math book which is why I still can't speak properly today or add 2 and 2.

And, like some of us older guys on here, I am so grateful that I got to grow up in the 50's and 60's. Things carwise were really starting to happen and the world was just a cool place to be back then.

Don