That's a good story, Sixball. I have three older brothers who would sometimes tote me around on their travels around the neighborhood when I was little. We always made our way past the car dealerships in my neighborhood, and there were quite a few, to check out whatever the latest muscle car was. The only problem is, I was so small I barely remember and couldn't tell you what I was looking at. My brothers remember the cars vividly and tell stories of Cobras, Vettes, 442's, Hemis we looked at. I don't want to wish my life away, but I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to I have been born 10 or 20 years earlier.