Many people do not know this about me but for sport, I enjoy racing cars. Yes, I am a speed race as it may. I got started when I was young, my older would race his supped up Chevy’s, on the old high schools track and field track. He and a few of ahis friends. Because our parents both worked, I more often than not accompany him. Rather he wanted me to or not. My parents always left me in the care of my older brother.
How happy I was to go with him, he just does not know how much I have cherished these moments from my childhood. When I think back to my childhood, I immediately remember those races. It was amazing.
When I was old enough I started keeping my own flock of Chevy’s and Buicks. Although I had to change my location of racing. Since my brother was racing and to my own racing adventures those old high school track and field track have since then been turn into a supermarket. However, that did not slow done the racers. Since I was sixteen I have been racing behind the Walmart super store. There is a large empty parking lot from the strip mall that use to be there before Walmart came and scared them away. So much for the old mom and pop stores.
On the other hand, we take to the old country road. Long and straight perfect for drag races. These are wonderful in particular at night when they are not really in use, and the police do not really bother to police. Mostly because I think, they have funny jurisdiction and only state police officers can really do anything about it. They have their hand full with real crime, I guess. Anyway, I love it.
I have not slowed down since. Right now, I have five cars. Two I use for everyday use and the other three are my racing cars. I must say they are fast and beautiful. Totally custom, super supped up and ready to boogie.
My first car I ever bought and my first love, is my nineteen eighty-one Chevy Malibu. I bought at from a neighbor when I was fifteen for hundred dollars. It was missing a windshield, battery, the motor was in a barn behind the house, no seats except the driver seat but that did not have a seatbelt. I mean it was a real Junker.
However, for a struggling fifteen year old it was a steal. That and the fact that I am a mechanical whiz and my father and uncle have a mechanic shop. In addition, my older brother promised to help me rebuild it.
In six months we had rebuild the motor, cam, replaced the windshield, installed seats with seatbelts that actual work, we really just did complete makeover on the vehicle. Had it painted a beautiful mauve color with a matching interior? That car was and still is a beauty.
Over the years, I have added turbo nitro, dual exhaust, a new cam and headers, racing peril lies tires. Now this thing is fast. In addition, I am still not done. It seems that as long as I keep living that car keeps changing. With technology and people creating new things to make care faster, lighter, and dare I say prettier I cannot help but keep it upgraded.
The only thing that I have not changed over the years is the color, what can I say it is a lovely color completely unique to me. When people see my car they who it belongs to, there is no question.