Vintage car clubs...

My dad always had hopped up cars like that. But the one i remember the most vividly, was this old junky car that he would take my brother and I to school in. We hated that car, we would beg to get dropped off a block or two away so no one would see us in that old car. When I was a little older we were looking at some old pictures and that car was in one, It looked pretty good to me now. I asked my dad what it was, I didnt even recognize it. He began to tell me that it was the car that we hated to ride in. The car was a 48 Plymouth coupe, that he and his friends put a 392 hemi in. From that day on this is my favorite car. Who would have thought.