I grew up in a motorhead family.

Before our time my great grandfather drove V16 cylinder Lincoln. His sons drove the first tractors (no muffler) while half of the rural Midwest gave up farming and left for California. He would buy their homes, have his sons take them apart and sell off the wood and windows, etc. He new Morse code and taught his kids that skill in the 1930’s. Grandfather used it to start out as a radio operator in/after boot camp (1944).

Great grandfather rolled a thunderbird several dozen times down hill after losing traction on a turn (had 20/400+ vision) in his eighties. Never drove again after that, only had a bruise where the seat belt was.

For such a disciplined man, raising 6 boys with strict military boot camp like discipline during the depression & Dust Bowl, he loved to drive fast like me.

My grandfather didn’t appreciate it (speed or me driving fast later on ) but managed to earn enough money during the depression to fly in biplanes as a kid (1920’s/1930’s) -ended up late in WW2 (very young) in B-17’s, taught mom and his youngest son ((F-15 Eagle fighter pilot) how to fly. His hotrodding was going ANYWHERE in a Cessna (around Cuba, Alaska, & continental U.S.).

The closest family have to hotrodding though is only on FABO, as no one else shared their time and dad didn’t know anything. Thank GODfor you guys!