Oh the good old days . I can still remember in 1972 this city boy of 6 years of age California was on a family vacation visiting my mothers Hillbilly family in Tennessee . Mind you I was lucky then to just be over 3 feet tall . Well my Uncle Doyle at the BBQ was out of beer and chewing tobacco . I was asleep in the rear seat and he really loved his 1963 Buick Wildcat and decided to get the dam thing up past 90+mph on the creek bed makeshift road then found a dirt patch and then it was power breaking and doughnut time . He went into the store and after being a human pinball from the back seat ash trays and door panels , He found me covered in re swallowed summer water melon and 2 black eyes . Yup I became a strong little man that day .
Oh the good old days . I can still remember in 1972 this city boy of 6 years of age California was on a family vacation visiting my mothers Hillbilly family in Tennessee . Mind you I was lucky then to just be over 3 feet tall . Well my Uncle Doyle at the BBQ was out of beer and chewing tobacco . I was asleep in the rear seat and he really loved his 1963 Buick Wildcat and decided to get the dam thing up past 90+mph on the creek bed makeshift road then found a dirt patch and then it was power breaking and doughnut time . He went into the store and after being a human pinball from the back seat ash trays and door panels , He found me covered in re swallowed summer water melon and 2 black eyes . Yup I became a strong little man that day .