Truly a classic, less than ten left in the world. We saw this car at the car show in North kansas City, Missouri

I did not take this photograph. However, I thought it a nice addition to the two I did take. These cars are extremely rare.

I did not take this photograph either. I simply think these cars are cool.

Direct From Walton Mountain

Straight out of "American Graffiti"

NKCMO Car Show

Notice the rubber chicken?

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This car sat just before the "Welcome To Newberry" sign in Newberry Michigan. I couldn't help but stop. The sign read they're only asking 32 thousand for it. "Only".

I saw this car at the sales lot in Cameron Missouri. If only.

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I wish I had more shots of this car. It belonged to my friend's father. Unbeknownst to me, he sold it shortly after these were taken.

I saw this car while driving down the street. It had a For Sale sign in the window, asking $3,500. I thought it way too cool to pass by without shooting just a few pictures.

I saw this car at the shopping mall close to my house. I was sad to see that yet again, some kid had all but ruined a perfectly beautiful automobile. Then again, she's still got it.

How cool. I saw this car sitting in the parking lot of a mall in Olathe Kansas. Obviously driven every day, this car remains a thing of beauty.

What a beauty. Powder blue & ready to restore.

This was just sitting on the street in Newberry. These people have nothing to do all winter long except build their cars.

Now these were something, a Quintessential "boat" of a car. A highschool kid bought this off of E-Bay for a few hundred dollars & then drove it from Jonesboro Arkansas to Kansas City. My wife and I spoke with him for almost an hour.

This car was sitting in a yard. I stopped & asked if I could take some pictures. He'd restored both this car & the blue Goat shown next.

This car too was sitting on this man's yard. He'd built both of these rides.

This is another gem I saw just driving down the street. I told him I'd print him some pictures if he'd just let me shoot the car. That's my gold Maxima sitting in the driveway.

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I taught school with this woman. The car belonged to her father, and he let her drive it daily. It was all original, never been rebuilt nor repainted.

I found this car sitting in the parking lot of the local grocery. I thought it was a 1963 until I went home looking for the model on the net. Okay, so I was off by a year.

Beautiful Four door posted Chevy. I saw this car sitting on the street in Northtown the other morning as I was paying bills. It was on the very same block as the blue Bug shown 5 rows below. As a matter of fact, this car was parked BEHIND the Bug.

Excelsior Springs Missouri

This cat just pulled up at the Walmart driving this little gem.

Not a lick of rust, a dent nor even a scratch. VERY nice truck.

Restored to original condition is so much nicer than all the Hot Rod nonsense.

I did not take these next four. I found them on the net & thought this truck looked fantastic.

I had a friend who owned one of these. He swore by it, but I swear, it spent more time in the mechanics shop than it did on the road. The British have never been able to make a decent wine, a fine meal or a reliable automobile.

Even Rolls Royce is owned by a Deutsche company. Go Krauts.

More interior shots

They were asking $4,500.00 for this thirty four year old Brit. Personally, I wouldn't give $450.00 for it. However, they are pretty to look at.

I did not not take this photograph, however I placed it here as a car identical to this one was owned by a friend of mine. It was the coolest little car to ride around in.

I did not take this photograph, but thought the car looked absolutely cool as hell.

I saw this car sitting in a driveway while paying some bills this morning. No, I rarely go anywhere without a camera.

I swear I wasn't trolling for cars this morning. We found all four of these gems sitting on the very same block in Northtown. My wife loves these little cars.

Rear View

Right across the street, not twenty feet away from the blue Bug, was this lime green Duster, from days gone by. I spent many an hour in a car just like this one, many, many lifetimes ago.

Beautiful Car

I did not take these next four photos. I found them on gaspumpclassics.com Again, I had a friend who had a 68 Firebird with a four speed on the floor. Jesus that car was fast, but not even close to as pretty as this offering.

This car belonged to my Uncle Jack, in Lincoln Nebraska. It was pale yellow.

This shot was taken at my Uncle Jack & Aunt Dorothy's in Lincoln, right across the street from Saratoga School.

This is a shot of my father's first new car. Shown is his girlfriend at the time, posing with the Imapala. Later she became his wife ... and my mother.

Another shot of my mother with my father's new car.

Knowing my mother as I do, I can all but guarantee that this was both the very first ... and the very last time, she ever washed a car. Remember, at the time she was still just the girlfriend. Later on she became much more demanding, and far less accommodating; to my father, or anyone else for that matter.

Here is a color shot of the Impala, again across the yard from Saratoga school, in Lincoln.

This car too, was pale yellow; must have been something in the genes. Here we see the brown interior.

Yellow Chevys in the school yard.

Now, this was a boat. The back of the original photograph states that this car was lime green. How awful. This car belonged to my maternal grandfather. He loved his Chryslers.

I loved this car. These pictures are poor because they were taken with a cheap camera, twenty years ago. After a few years & two cross country road trips, I decided to finally sell my little Spider & get another motorcycle. I always had one or two of those hanging around. Here the Spider sits outside my house in Lincoln.

After all of this, throngs of strangers pawing around my car, I ended up selling it to a guy I worked with.

The carburetor on this little monster needed near constant attention. That was about my only complaint. It was such a fun little car to drive.

I'm a fairly small guy, but my best friend is about 6.1 We took this little car on a thousand mile road trip in 1990 to South Carolina. We drove straight through and at the end, he could barely get out of the car. He still whines about that trip.

I used to go once a week to the park & wax my little Spider.

Lincoln Nebraska.

Ah, another fine Spider. This one I found in a parking lot in Parkville Missouri.

This poor woman couldn't figure out just what it was I thought I was doing, wandering around a parking lot taking pictures of an old foreign ragtop. The flash refected the license plate but sans flash, it was too dark for my tastes.

Very straight.

I know you're wondering, so I'll tell you. Yes, that's real wood. That's why it cracks. Mine was cracked all to pieces. Notice at what a high angle the steering wheel sits.

I owned a car just like the one shown above. Mine was green on green. Fast as hell. I put these pictures up here to better explain the last one in this series.

At least one that isn't burned beyond recognition.

The stering wheel came down very low and you felt like a fighter pilot when driving this beast. 400ci engine that sent you screaming down the road. The trunk was large enough for three grown adults to climb in when sneaking folks into the drive in movies.

I was young okay? I'd been chased early in the evening by local law enforcement & had gotten away. Then, that same evening, or morning, completely unrelated I wrecked my Grand Prix. It subsequently caught fire in the crash. The very same police officer who'd chased me earlier showed up to the accident. This was all that was left of the inside of my Pontiac. I was in the car with a friend of mine & we were both lucky to make it out alive, as you can see.

I found this old truck sitting in a parking lot of an appliance store. I had an uncle who had one of these. His was a three speed shift, on the column, powered by a little six cylinder engine that just ran & ran & ran.

Nice interior huh. Well kept.

I saw this car sitting in a parking lot with a For Sale sign in the window. This old rusted out four door had a sticker price of $3,000.00 hanging in the window! It probably cost less than 2k brand spanking new. It was a pretty cool car though. Must have been nice in 65. It has an automatic transmission. I expected 3 on the tree.

I thought this was a cool shot. A dashboard from 1965 with a CD lying on the floorboard. Where's Rod Serling?

All I need is more money. Then I can have all the cars I want.

Very little rust for a car with forty three winters under her hood.

I bought this little Sam in Oceanside California. I used to take it to the beach almost every day. Afterwards I'd pull out the plugs from the floorboards & spray it clean. I loved this little car.

This was taken just up the street from where I spent the summer of 2000. Probably the most beautiful place I've ever lived. I miss it there.

At the end of the summer, I drove this little car fully loaded back home to Kansas City. Here's a tip, don't do that. I had this little Samurai so loaded down, I crossed the rockies in 2nd gear. Motorhomes towing boats were passing & honking at me.

The landscape looks a little different from El Cajon, but hey ... it's home. It felt good to cross that river, back into the muggy, mosquito filled, land of the hillbillies.

After the grueling two thousand mile trip I stayed with my friend until found myself a new place. Funny, as eight years later, my own family makes our home in this very same house.

You can't hardly tell I have ties in Nebraska & Austria ... can you?

Most weekends you could find both me, and the Sam ... at the farm.

And there she sits. I own this little Samurai still. Now however it sits in my garage.

I loved this truck. It belonged to my grandfather. He had restored the truck at just over 100,000 miles. It was just to the point of getting ready to paint when he died. My grandmother had it driven from Los Angeles to Lincoln Nebraska. She gave it to me in the summer of 1988.

I drove it for a couple of years before I had it painted. (Lazy I guess.) It ran flawless. I drove it back & forth from Columbus to Lincoln, every week, as I was working for the Nebraska Department of Social Services at the time. I was running a group home for troubled teens. I lived in Lincoln but kept an apartment in Columbus.

Here's the truck after I had it painted. I put 130,000 miles on this truck, AFTER my grandfather had put a 100,000 on it. I absolutely loved this ride.

Here she sits in the driveway of my house in Lincoln. Shown in the background is another of the many motorcycles I've owned over the years. Right after I took this picture I put the cover plate back on the front blinker light.

I've had so many motorcycles over the years, I've lost count. These four are a just a few that I have pictures of. The bike shown above I owned while living in Arlington Texas. I rode it to & from work, every single day.

I had a red one of these as well, but no pictures of it. This was actually my 2nd black 650 special. I liked these bikes. They were fast, they were reliable & they were cheap. I rode this while living in Lincoln Nebraska.

Interesting story. I bought this bike & nearly two thousand miles away, my brother bought the same bike. Same year, same size, same color, everything. I rode this while living in Platte City Missouri.

This was actually too small for me. I owned it a very short time while living in San Diego California.

This car sits in a driveway, about a block from our bank. One day I'll stop and take more pictures.

What a cool car. Notice it's licensed. Someone drives this car every day.

What a beauty. We saw this car on the way home from the bank.

A little Photo Editing. This way, only the car shows up.

We attended, or tried to, a car show this weekend. It was free, thus unorganized & a complete cluster. These cars were just parked in parking spots & you couldn't really get any decent shots of them. Still, this Dodge is a classic that I simply could not ignore.

The rear of this wonderful car. It belonged to some teenager. Wow.

At least I think it's a 71, maybe a 72. I saw it sitting in the parking lot of a local lube place and went in. The guy who had it said it actually belonged to his mother, who was out of state on business. I took these and in exchange, gave him copies. Just the coolest old ride.

The front end had some dings but it was all original, so what would you expect from a thirty five year old car? Beautiful lines.

The front end looks similar to a 1971 Buick Electra 225 I once owned. The headlight assembly seems to be identical.

These cars could all but fly. 442 cubic inches of raw power sits under the hood. At just about four bucks a gallon, it's not exactly a cheap car to drive, but oh, what fun it must be.

I could not keep myself from admiring the simple lines of beauty in this design. So sleek.

I wanted to hear it run, but as I said, the dude who owned the car, or at least the man in charge of it was busy, earning a living.

Rockin cool; this car just oozes cool.

Almost flawless interior. Thirty five summers with the sun beating down on it and it still looks GREAT.

Left side looks just as good as the right.

Outstanding!

What a beautiful car.

No color would have been as good with this ride. I bet the white tops really sets it off when it's put up.

Awesome ride. I found this at a local park. The owner swears that's the original paint, original top, with only 29,000 miles on it. Outstanding.

The rear end. This car screams FAST. What a cool ride.

Original Interior. Factory air and an automatic, to boot. Very cool.

Nothing says cool quite like the front end of an old Chevelle.

I saw this bad boy at a local grocery mart. It was flawless. Personally, I could do without the fancy interior, or the goofy steering wheel, but other than that, it was perfect.

Sleek, graceful and mean looking, all at the same time.

It just seemed to growl as it sat there. What a fantastic ride.

Back when America had pride in what came out of Detroit.

Black was the perfect color for this graceful beast.

Grrr. if I could have got more pictures of the interior and the motor, I surely would have.

The space age steering wheel is a little goofy, but other than that, this car is picture perfect.

The rear looked as good as the rest of her.

This beauty was sitting on the corner with a For Sale sign on it one very hot Saturday afternoon in Gladstone. The wife and kidfs waited in the air conditioned car while I stood outside taking pictures. What a cool old truck. if only I had some money. Hmm.

Rear quarter panel profile. What a cool old truck. if I had the money, I'd have a fifty car storage garage and I'd just go around buying this stuff. How cool.

Front quarter panel profile. Near perfect. Man, it was hot that day.

Custom Cab. This back when a truck ... was a truck. No air, no power steering, no stereo. A TRUCK!

A nice interior shot. I wonder what the gas can was for?

See Ya. Not even a gate security latch, just two chains. Very, very cool.

This baby blue Super Sport was sitting out back, from a garage where I get my wife's car worked on. I couldn't help but snap a few pictures of this cream puff. What a beautiful ride.

Profiles in COOL.

Just look at the lines on this rig. The baby blue color was a flawless choice for this car.

Super Sport Impala. Awesome!

The dash was clean and all original. I wished I could have got the door open to shoot it. What a beautiful car. This was back when cars had character.

Six tail lights and, SEE YA!

Anothe rlook at the interior. I miss those huge steering wheels. of course universal power steering made them obsolete, but what's a little obsolesence when you're talking about art?

Factory mirror. Small, circular and dripping with chrome. Very nice, indeed.

if I could have closed the hood, I would have. The truth is, I cam eback a few days later and the hood was closed. However, is was an awfully rainy day the by then the car had all kinds of other cars parked in close around it. Some days, you just can't win.

Bayerische Motoren Werke (Bavarian Motor Works). This car too, was sitting out back from the same garage. What a pretty color.

This car was amazing. It was absolutely flawless. I detest the French. I hate every single thing about them: their culture, their cuisine, the air they breathe. Still, this car was utterly amazing. It was parked on the street in Parkville Missouri.

Blue on blue. Beautiful.

Just look how the top rolls down. The front windows are awesome.

This picture was totally my fault. I didn't even look to see how the sun ruined this shot. Still the front end of this Frog ride is pretty darned cool.

I saw this car sitting in a lot with a For Sale sign in the window, in Claycomo Missouri. I remember these old Mavericks. They were one step up from the Pinto. I had four of those in my early years. The Pinto got a bad rap, but man, I'm here to tell you, they were hard to kill.

They had almost identical rear ends as the Pinto.

What amazed me more than just seeing this old Maverick, is seeing that the owner actually wants $2,500.00 for this old jalopy It's fun to look at & to play, "remember when", but I wouldn't give you $250.00 for it.

Notice how the headlamp fittings are missing.

This car is so cool. Someone chopped up a 1971 Caddy & painted in pink. This car used to be a moving advertisement for a lcoal roller skating rink. The rink closed in 1993 & the tags on this car expired same. Still, someone keeps this car clean & on display out front, even fifteen years later.

Wagons Ho!

They didn't get any larger than this folks.

Notice the expired license plates.

Beautiful offering. This yellow Vette was in the car show in Parkville Missouri. I didn't get near as many pictures of this car as I would have liked. It was ninety degrees outside & my girls were hot & cranky.

They just oozed cool.

Notice my girls on the far right hand side. As I was taking this, I watched them begin to wilt. We left as soon as the shutter closed on this picture. As cool as the Corvette is, my girls are so much more cool, & much more important than a few pictures of old cars.

My wife saw this car tooling down the road. Had we the time, I'd have followed him & asked to photograph this car properly. I know it's a British Mini Cooper, but I don't know the year or the model. Notice the stering wheel is on the left side.

I knew these monsters came in yellow, but I'd never seen an orange one before.

I wish they'd have taken the key out of the lock on the trunk. I tried to edit it out, but the picture refused to come out well.

What a monster.

Could it possibly be, any more orange?

Thanks to my cousin Gary for identifying the model. Now this is all class. What a ride.

The steering wheel alone is cool as can be.

I blacked out the rear window, as I thought the trees looked silly.

Is that enough chrome for you?

If anyone can identify the exact year on this cool old Ford, I'm open to suggestions. Personally, I much prefer these old cars when they're restored to factory. What a beauty.

What a neat car. My guess is it didn't come in red when it rolled off the assembly line, but I could be wrong.

I love the front end on this old Ford.

Very nice. I noticed however, that for such a large vehicle, the inside was very cramped.

This was a silly little kit car that I wouldn't have shot, except for the fact that the top spoiler advertised, Lincoln Nebraska. Lots of folks in my gene pool call Lincoln, home. Notice the shadow of me & my daughter's stroller in the shot.

Only a goober would drive around in this thing. Lincoln is full of them.

There you go ... Lincoln Nebraska.

Nobody wanted to park around this guy it seemed.

Thanks again Gary. I had no idea. I just knew it looked cool. I like this chopped up car and I've no idea why.

Is Andy Hardy here?

Which way to the dragstrip?

Absolutely and completely ... cool.

Normally I don't like the color paint jobs on these old classics, but the red looked good I thought.

Where do you suppose the airbags were?

Graceful lines. What a trunk.

Wonderful boat of a car. I was glad to see that ours wasn't the only stroller around the show.

This is the coolest car. We've seen it around town for years, so we can attest that it's driven, and not simply trailered around to car shows.

The lines are fantastic. The similarities to the fighter planes of the 1950's is no accident, I'm sure.

Just awesome.

Now this kind of ruined it for me. Notice the stereo remote control? Not very 1957 is it? I know, I know ... but these things bug me.

I loved these cars. My grandfather had a 64 Delta 88 that was gold. My guess is that this is an original color for this car.

Look how long and sleek the lines are. Beautiful.

What a great interior. Simply, superb.

Sa ... sa ... sa ... see ya.

Now these cars were cool right out of the factory. I have to say however, I don't care for the paint job.

You could throw a party right there in the front seat.

Sans top. It raised up and FOLDED down under and into the trunk. Sooooo cool.

Truly unique.

I have some pictures I took from the net of a 1968 Firebird on the previous Automobile gallery. What a beautiful car. It just looks fast. I had a friend who owned one of these and I can tell you from experience, its looks aren't deceiving.

I kept waiting for some dude to finally put the hood down. No such luck.

Another rear end shot.

I wish it had the original steering wheel.

This is a wonderful example of a ruined car. The paint job looks like ice cream to me. Then again, lots of folks like this.

If you're confused about the year while driving, just look over at the glove box. The shifter looks like the ones that came with the Chevette.

Paging Dr. Sublime.

Now this is more like it.

I can just picture this car screaming up the 101 north of San Diego.

The buckets were cool.

Remember this car in, "Harold & Maude"? When they stole that palm tree and were being chased by the motorcycle cop, played by, Stacy Keach, up the freeway? What a wonderful film and a truly wonderful ride.

Right out of American Graffiti. Okay, we'll play this game again. Remember when Harrison Ford tells Cindy Williams as she's whining about the black 55 looking fast as she's getting in? He says, "you'll be holding on for dear life once I get this sucker rollin honey". Great line. Great film. Great car.

A need for speed.

I really liked the four door. The painted bumpers, although not original, looked neat I thought.

Notice the blue pin tail lights glued to the center of the red ones?

This one looked even more factory. Fantastic.

Such a good looking grill. Simple lines.

Interior looks great.

Four dollars a gallon doesn't look too good from here.

These were a limited edition. As old as these cars are, I remember them. My father always wanted one & like so many other Americans, just couldn't swing it financially. This one however, was local. It was sold at the Ford dealership just down the road. That idiot woman in the background was following her boyfriend with a camera phone all around the parking lot. She'd stop ... pose & whine, "ha, don't take MY picture", then strike another ridicules pose.

The rear lights worked like the Mercury Cougar lights when the turn signal was engaged. Sort of like marque lights on an outdoor advertisement.

The interior was flawless.

The power plant.

This is another perfect example of a completely ruined car. What a nice ride, turned into a bloody cartoon.

The dash looked clean though. Very nice. Thanks Gary for identifying the make & year.

I never saw one of these cars until a few years ago. Now it seems I see them around every street corner.

Love the color.

Shown in the windshield was the original sticker. This car just rocked.

Another, near perfect interior.

I have my doubts as to whether or not this car was an original Super Sport, but it sure was pretty.

Those were the neatest shifters. You had to pull back on that lever in order to move it forward & back. I actually owned a 1966 Chevelle that had one. Many, many lifetimes ago.

My sister had a 1970 Camaro; a blue one with baby moons for wheels. It had a 350 engine and a two speed transmission. Yeah, TWO speed automatic.

Yeah, that's the interior I remember.

I have shots of another 65 Impala on the previous Automobile Gallery. This one looks simple, which is why I enjoyed it.

Some of these had six tails lights instead of just four. I could never keep the models or the years straight between them. If someone out there knows, enlighten me please.

A good looking ride.

Elegant, despite the loud paint job.

The sun was not kind to me this afternoon, and I failed to pack my lens protector. Still, I like the interior shots.

Sleek, isn't she?

This looks like the same car, but it isn't.

I love this body style. This truck is much more appealing to me, simply because it's original.

Anyone who doesn't like a Corvette, is a Communist.

I have a cousin who says this is a 1940 Chevrolet.

Obviously, I don't have any idea what this car is. Someone signed in on this gallery and suggested it was a 1934.

I hate the color, but the car was rockin cool. Those wide white wall tires made it look very 1950's Hot Rod style.

Interior of the mystery coupe.

I blacked out everything but the car. I shot this bad boy at a car show in Northtown in 2007.

When I was in military school, I saw scads of these things running around campus & in the town where my school was located, but not many since. This one we found in the parking lot of our bank one day when we stopped to do some business.

They look really fun, but they ride like hell and they only go about fifty miles an hour, downhill with the wind at your back. A modern day Jeep is much more practical, if you can call a Jeep practical, but these are still way cool.

All the creature comforts you need in an antique Willys.

Great old ride.

Okay, so it's not an automobile. However, I think everyone needs one of these sitting in the driveway.

How would you like to hear a horn honking, look in your rear view mirror and see this?

"So we hit the gate doin 98, I said let them truckers roll, ten-four". I love this big bastard.

Backing in to a parking space with a trailer would be a real treat with this baby.

This belongs to a friend of mine, the same guy who owns the dump truck. (One of two he owns) He bought this for his wife because she said she wanted one to take trips with. So, they did ... once. Since then it's been parked in the field behind the farm house, like this, for a few years now.

You gotta love cartoon characters painted on the side of your mobile house.

I've no idea how long it takes for a motorhome to completely rot; but I think I'm going to find out.

That's what this vehicle has become. Yard Art.

My parents had one of these cars. It was this same year and color. As far as I know, it could be his car, but I doubt it. I still remember my father driving up in the driveway with it, while my mother questioned whether or not a family of four needed this vehicle as our main car? It sure was cool though.

At nine years old, I thought the front headlights assembly raising up the way they did, and the rear tailights blinking in sequence from inward, outward, was the coolect thing. This car was awesome; IS awesome. Hard to believe she's forty years old.

The interior is lean and mean. Again, this one was original and it doesn't get any more cool than that. Forty summers have turned up the dashboard on the far right end, but other than that, this interior was flawless.

Smoke em if you got em. I can just see these rear tires light up at a stop light, once it turns green. Obviously I've no idea who owns this car, but whoever it is, thanks very much for the ride down memory lane.

The original JEEP. That's right folks, before the US government once again copied the Krauts and created the "General Purpose" Vehicle, better known as the "GP" and later, The Jeep, the Germans had their own all terrain vehicle, Das Kubelwagen. These next four pictures were pulled from the internet.

I found these four shots on the internet. Very cool pictures of the Kubelwagen.

Pre "THING" interior.

Remember seeing these in Rat Patrol? I loved that show as a kid.

I saw this on the streets of Kansas City and I had to stop and snap a few pictures. What a cool old ride.

You just don't see many of these on the road anymore. Talk about bare bones transportation.

Leave it to the German's to completely take out the fluff.

Many folks don't realize that the doors on these little boogers come right off.

This cool little car was made a gift for my neighbor's fifteen year old boy. He races these things every summer. The summer racing season had ended and the car was due for some celaning before the winter storage.

That steel steering wheel pops right off and this young man just climbs in. I've no idea how a young man of 5.7 or 5.8 can squeeze his legs in that tiny space, but he says it's not a problem.

Apparently, they call this a "Non-Wing" car because of the absence of a wing on the top of the car. My neighbor tells me his boy screams around the track in this thing at fifty or sixty miles an hour. Awesome.

This little car will burn four or five gallons in an evening worth of racing. The front wing simply acts to help keep the car down, on the track where it belongs.

The car uses different sized tires, which I found interesting. The tires on the right side of the car are much wider than the tires on the left. That's because more force is applied to the right side tires as the car races around in a left hand turn during racing.

The car is powered by a 600 CC Yamaha motorcycle engine and is slung low on the left side of the car. It's done so because it helps to distribute weight and counter act against centrifugal force as the car continually turns left around the track.

Interesting hobby. My neighbor says the racers are continually at risk for accidents such as roll overs, collisions, bashing through barricades and other assorted crashes. Then when asked, he said he isn't too worried about his boy, because he says, he's a good driver. He knows what he's doing and his parents have faith in him.

Proud owner of Number 24; my neighbor's boy, James. I still can't believe that a boy this tall can squeeze into a cage, that small and rip around a track at fifty miles an hour.