I would say my teen years were different then any of my friends. I spent most all weekends in the spring and summer at the track. I felt dedicated to racing so when they were out having fun I was hanging around home or off riding my Motorcycle. I did meet a very nice blond hair girl while visiting my sister. Who would have thought some 15 years later I’d marry her.
As I approached the age of 18 I got a draft card and expected to go to Viet Nam. I remember watching the 5 o’clock news and waiting to be called up. I had got in trouble with the local town for street racing so I figured I’d better join the service then wait to be selected.
That was a turning point and it would be 20 years before I set my feet on the track surface. You can walk away from racing but I believe once you have tried it you could never get rid of that feeling for speed. I know I haven’t.
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2 comments:
Wow, I'm surprised you went that long without setting foot at a track! Lovin the new blog! :) Can't wait to read more history and progress on your journey!
TY Erica.. Rock the world with your T-bird!
Les
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