Good topic.

I grew up wrenching in my family owned "bicycle shop" from age ten. It was located in a shopping center that had a Ryan Evans Rexall Drug store. They had a nice magazine rack and I read every one of the small 25 cent Rod & Custom magazines that came out and dreamed, while drinking a cherry Coke.

A guy named "Royal Mason", that lived down my street had a couple of 1947-48 Fords and it seemed like he had the flat head engines pulled out of one every weekend with his chain hoist. I got to watch and help.

My first car was a 1958 Chevy six cyl. that "I had to change over to a 283 cu. in. with a Duntov cam before I could legally drive it at 16, LOL. I still say it's not a hot rod without a V-8!

I went to Mel Larson's Phoenix Dragway (the one at the Luke auxiliary runway before it was moved to the current Speed World location) and watched "real dragsters". To me they were defined as must be PUSH STARTED. Half the fun was watching them fire up by pushing up and down the strip and turning around. The "single car" that pushed me over the top was the Speed Sport Fuel Roadster raced out of Tucson. Damm....I can still hear that car today now almost 50 years ago (and have heard it's recreation at The March Meet). The Johnny Loper built, Ole Hoss B/G Willys and Lil Hoss A/G Anglia got me into Gasser's.

I can't say that I even remember a racer that had "a covered" trailer. Heck Johnny Loper used to pull the Ole Hoss Willy's to the track with a tow bar behind a big old BuicK/Oldsmobile station wagon.