Last week I took the vette out to a few cruise nights, and ran into some old familiar faces. I even picked up a trophy! I got to thinking about why I've been such a gearhead all my life, and it all started with some of my earliest memories. My father had a Camaro when I was about two, and my grandparents raced Austin Healeys and Jaguars. Check out the damage to the Jag, my grandmother rolled it in a road race! My grandfather said he set the air pressure a bit too low, she hit the turn and flipped! They fixed it, and I still remember taking a ride in it.
I stopped by to see my grandfather a few weeks ago. We still like to do some bench racing, and he keeps up with the South Hill Customs via printed copy through the mail. Thanks for the inspiration Pap!
