My mom says when I was about 3, I would point out cars and tell her what they were. From there, an uncle in the Bronx had a 69 Torino fastback, red with a white C-stripe. I would spend hours looking over that car. When we moved out to Long Island, our blue collar neighborhood was full of muscle. At about 6, I had a friend who's dad had a red 57 Chevy convertible with a white top. This was about 1975. When you're 6 the 1950's might as well have been 2 billion years ago. After that there was a 70 Hemi Charger around the corner and a few blocks away there was a 70 Hemi Cuda race car. When the owner brought that out in the spring and lit it off, I'd run over to his house to hear it up close. He was always cool and let us kids hang out. The car that cemented the need for speed came into the neighborhood about 1981. Walter Mancini's L78 69 SS396 Chevelle. Blue with a black interior, buckets, 4speed. White stripe down the side, ET mags, jacked up in the back with 50 series rubber. He didn't mind giving us neighborhood kids a thrill ride on occasion either. I later found out it had been his high school graduation gift and had been tweaked on by Motion Performance.