Yes sir. I had anything with a motor. We had a body shop and a Mac custom shop so somehow I'd end up with all kinds of toys. My may hated my pop coming home and saying to get something of his truck or my grandfather calling for me to pick up something at his shop.
I miss those days greatly, for all kinds of reasons. My first car, 14, my pop brought me home a silver Trans AM. Yes my ma blew a gasket - I loved to race. We had an abandoned airport near by. Oh the joy.
I'm getting all tight in the belly just thinking of them