Back in... heck, I don't know how long ago it was, but it was a long time ago... maybe in 1950 or so, I can remember playing out by the shop where Dad kept his car. On the side, there was an old car... what kind I can't remember; it was something Dad wanted for parts, but it was my race car. I drove many a race in that car because it did have a seat in it, so it was right down my alley. I was even awakened a time or two by Mom after dreaming a little too long and falling asleep in it.
