Those are the times I miss the most, the one's with my dad in the garage and the trips to the strip.
My dad and uncle tore up the strips on the east coast in the 60's and 70's .
When we moved to Idaho in the mid 70's, dad was delegated to pit crew.
That’s probably why I’m not a better racer. To many street racing years where the one that got there first won. And No brothers, dads, or uncles to apprentice me. I was but a stranded lonely old man on a deserted island.