When i was growing up everything around me seem fast. It started off on a bike with the wind in my face till mini bikes came along and we took the goveners off or jammed them in and raced each other. Then one day my dad took me to see his friend that had a 67 corvette. It was a 427 425 H.P. with what ever was done to it at the time with a 4 speed. He took me out on a concrete highway and let it loose and pinned me in the seat till it was over. My dad was laughing thinking it would scare me but it did just the opposite. I think i was 11 or 12. Ever since those days it's like a natural high
