Similar story for me. My dad's family were all a bunch of 'Jalopy' racers. My dad, my uncles . . . even my grandmother had her own car!! I wish I had a picture of that . . . I'll have to ask her if she has one she would give me. She's an 85 year old Cherokee Indian, tough as nails . . .
My dad then got into motorcycle racing. He had a very bad crack up, so my mom told him "either the racing goes or I go", or something to that affect. So, he quit racing. But, it remains in his blood to this day. I grew up around all of the drag strips here in southern Cal. Back then, there were several - OCIR, Lyons, Irwindale.
For a time, my dad owned an auto repair shop. The competition, even then, was pretty stiff. When I was in kindergarten, I had the morning session. When school was out, I would walk down to his shop a couple of blocks away and help out. I still remember cleaning parts for him in gasoline of all things . . . leaded gasoline at that (that's all they had back in 1962). Even though he closed down that shop and went on to other things, he continued to do rebuilding and repair at home. I was always at his elbow learning. When I was 14, he turned me loose on an engine for the first time. I had the pleasure of rebuilding a chevy straight six. Put her all together, static timed her - and she fired right up. So, I've been hooked all my life. Not much of a speed demon these days. I had a couple of close calls when I was young, the worst of which was in a 1975 Chevy LUV. I had yanked the engine and trans (which were shot) and dropped in a small block. Man, that thing would fly. And then, one day coming off a stop light, I nailed it. I was racing a fellow in an old 'stang. Had 'im too . . . by a lot . . . but when we got to the next intersection an old guy turned left in front of me. I tee boned him and totalled both cars. Nearly killed my brother too. So, I'm slow these days . . .
But, I still love tearin' 'em apart and puttin' em back together . . .