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I must have been 3 years old when my Dad, and I took his 1966 Red Chevelle to a friends garage to look at his new race car. It was also a red 66 Chevelle but had 1/2 the motor sticking out of the hood (roots supercharger). He asked me if I wanted to hear it run, I must have said yes, because he started up a blown big block inside of his shop. Needless to say, that was the beginning of my love affair with cars.
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