Confessions of a Teenage Hot Rodder
Excuse me, but I think I’m having a moment here. I never really embraced the idea that people, as they age, revert to their teenage selves. But I think it’s happening to me. When I was callow lad of 17, I built myself a hotrod—small-block Chevy, Duntov cam, glasspacks and a succession of gas-guzzling carburation […]