
I'm gonna guess late October 1987 in North east Michigan.
Years later, I got married, had a kid, bought a house...Lots of street races later (lucky to be alive) many, many trips down a legal race track. I broke everything.
I'm married again, got a few more kids and am very happy.
I went for a cruise today and met a few old guys in lawn chairs and listened to their good old days. Now mind you, these are the guys I used to hate and swore I'd never be like them, but, as the days go on, I find myself more and more like them.
I didn't really want to race, I just wanted to hang out.
Am I just getting old?
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