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i called out of work today because i haven't been feeling well. after a great nights sleep(got out of bed at 1pm) and a good lunch/breakfast i got started on a little cleaning i have been putting off.

while going through a stack of old magazines, i flipped through one(hot rod, june '84) and the page i randomly flipped to.........full page ad for the 1984 firebird/trans am.

that got me thinking about how i got into cars. i know it has everything to do with where i grew up. on my street one guy had a V12 jag(late 60's variety) and another guy had a 67 vette stingray, vert, 427, side pipes. i can remember sitting on my porch and jsut listening to them idle adn loving every minute of it.

when i was very young i used to be able to hear the street races from my house. the lights at the corner of olden ave and pennington road and the surrounding area used to be a starting point for a lot of people's evening of street racing. often stopping at the old ewing diner(now parkside diner) to grab a bite before heading to langhorne, philly, newark, camden, and broad street in trenton.

i think it was the sound of american V8's that got me, no import or 6 banger can ever sound as sexy as a small block chevy at 8k rpm or a big pontiac tripping over a huge cam at a stop light.

i never really thought about this very in depth before, i knew i loved the azure blue with white corvette from the first time i saw/heard it. i jsut didn't realize i was that young. i can't believe i was reading hot rod at 10 years old.

anyone else know what for them "hooked" on cars?