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my stepdad got me into it. i remember going for rides in his 67 chevelle SS. i would gap spark plugs and help him as a kid. he also lived on a farm so dirtbikes and quads were always around too. so pretty much as far back as i can remember i learned to have fun with anything motorized. i got my first car when i was 15, a 71 nova. i would invite friends over after school and do burnouts in the street for them, and go for late night cruises. it was real bad, looking back, but one hell of a time. then i bought my 72 chevelle, beat the piss out of it thinking that it was a racecar, (i just got my liscense) and sold it to some guy with a knocking motor and a slipping trans. somewhere in between those cars i had a impala with a 400 in it. pulled that, and started building the 400, with plans going in the chevelle, but sold it. then bought my camaro and put the 400 in it, or atleast the block and crank. i had a lot of daily drivers in between too. alot of my friend had cars and was always in competition
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