the good ole days?

Dad brought us to Denver in the middle of winter in a 47 Jeepster soft top 1959. Grew up in the city cruising 16th street long before it was a mall. Street raced for $10 a gear and if you won you could go buy more parts or fixed what broke. Cruised to the Scotchman drive in and backed in so you could watch everything from moms station wagon to Anglia's or Henry J's with dropped front axels and super charged. Ditch classes Friday afternoon and head to CDR or Bandimiers, sleep in the parking lot and not go home till the last car left Sunday.