Cars, Cars, Cars...I am sure that my better half wishes she never heard of Cars. I started to play with cars when I was twelve years old. For my 12th birthday, two years after my father died, my brother and mother got me a racing go-cart. It had a Mac 91A chainsaw engine would take be down the street at 75 MPH. When I first cam down the street I was going so fast for my weight, that the front lifted an I had no steering. My brother put a lead brick in the front and told me to keep it there until I gained 30 more pounds...When I was 13 I saw a shinny Model "T" roadster-pickup in front of the Blue Chip Stamp store in Santa Rosa. It had a gleaming black paint job and yellow flames down the side. A big chrome engine and huge rear tires...I had to have one. I sold everything and found a basket case 1923 roadster it came with a 392 Hemi...I sold it after a while and I got a Model "A" coupe...I never did get a chance to ask my mother if she planned to get me sucked into cars as a way to keep me out of trouble or it just worked out that way...

This is a pit stop on the way to pictures of the cars that I have had or played with...WARNING some of these are big *.gif files use a fast link...