When I was a little boy in the '60s, totally car-crazy, we had a neighbor with a '66 Hemi Satelite. I can remember it like it was yesterday, super clean maroon 2-door HT. It was a sleeper with stock wheel covers on steel wheels and just the small "Hemi" badges on the front fenders or doors(?)
Anyhow, he got in some trouble one night coming home late at night when he nailed it coming up the hill on 49th and Penn, for Mpls. locals. The car got loose and he tagged a parked car, not too bad but enough to get the young guy in trouble. It had headers and small mufflers, god did it sound amazing.
I grew up reading Hot Rod magazine and I swear I remember every Kieth Black or Smokey Yunick article I ever read. This is truly a disease.
