When we were kids back in the late 60's all the neighborhood kids and I would walk home from school. My older Cousin had just returned home from Vietnam and purchase a 1964 Corvette with a really nasty motor open headers (flames would shoot out the side) and could wake the dead. Every time he would fire it off all us kids would run like hell (because of the noise and how he would rip around with it. So one day he is in his garage working on it and says if he fires it up are you going to runaway? I was thinking to myself hell yes! Well I froze like a deer in the headlights! He backs it out and rips through the gears going down the street! He comes back and from that moment on I was hooked! Well years later he would run the car at the track and I would go and help out as much as I could. As time went by he sold the car and sometime after that he pasted away. I was out of school and started my life but never forgot about my first chevy experience. Then one day for giggles I started looking for the car and found it 2 years later! Looked nothing like it does here when my cousin owned it. Still makes me smile! Anyway here it is.....
