When were you bitten by the car bug??

I got bit when I was 12 years old in 1975 and my grandfather took me for a ride out on the back roads of southern New Hampshire in his F8 green ‘69 Dodge Monaco 383. We were flying along and he told me to look at the speedo. We were doing 100 mph on a two lane blacktop in the middle of nowhere.

I said “Wow!” He just looked at me, grinned and winked. “This is why I own a Dodge...don’t tell your grandmother” was all he said as we continued at that speed for a while listening to the engine growl without another word spoken.

At that moment, I was hooked!