At home one the couch in Toronto... I say to my wife ‘no no no, you don’t understand... I HAVE to do this Nascar driving school in Talladega. If not, I’ll lose my accreditation I got from the Atlanta track last year.’ 

I have driven barefoot back in 1976... poison ivy caused me make that decision.

When my father met my mother in 1955 she was driving a 1926 Chrysler 6 cylinder. After a while it was running bad so young dad tore the engine down only to find a hole in a piston. Being cashless, strapped and broke at the same time - he came up with the idea of whittling a dummy piston, remove the conn rod and carry…

If youre as old as I am... dirt age... that’s all there was to drive - you had not choice.

I dont have any odd superstitions but my brotherinlaw touches something metal when he passes a hearse

I like the sound the Aston Martin makes.

My father told me that when he met my mother 1955 - she was driving a 1926 Chrysler 6 cylinder. After a while it was running rough so he - the mechanic - ripped it down and found a hole in a piston. Being broke and a cheap ass - his boss suggested he carve a block of wood to fit the cylinder and remove the connecting…

The most bullshit reason?
Stopping me after doing 101 mph in a 50 mph zone.

I’ll stick with the Firebird III or the Club de Mar

Rock Auto is a collection of various auto parts stores.

I’ve been a counterman for 40 years.
The good countermen are generally straight forward, no nonsense guys who were there before there were computers and know better than to dick you around.

I’d say... keep going.

Another counterman joke!

That’s counterman joke... lol

It’s looks like a Peruvian Inca Orchid dressed in a home-made Bedlington Terrier costume... or something like that.

August 2002, 20th lap, I discovered it had been raining in the 4th corner of Talladega S/S, my Sears Craftsman truck was humming through this corner of track when I quickly discovered it had been raining in this corner! The truck didn’t like the bottom lane so it threw me up 1 lane just missing another truck at 180…

You’ve got nothing on Hwy 401 that runs through Toronto, Ontario , Canada. 16-lanes of sheer terror that are busy all day, every day.
In the winter, add a dollop of stupidity and snow and you’ve got the perfect storm. 

After high school I’d work at the auto parts shop with mom and pops but I’d always be curious about what was going on in the machine shop out back.

When my nephew was a wee lad, I was trying to get him to appreciate nice cars. ‘Hey - what’s that Vince?, “A Lambo!” or “A Ferrari!”’ - but once in a long while you’d see one of these ugly TC unicorns in Toronto and I’d yell “Avert your young eyes young man - that thing will blind you!”
And we’d laugh and laugh...