My parents are the best. I grew up the daughter of race car drivers and loved every minute of it. My Dad was a stock car driver on the Midwestern Circuit who won a lot of trophies and enough money to get us to the next race. My Dad has raced cars since he was a young boy. His last race was at Manzanita Speedway in Phoenix Arizona about 1987. He rolled his car that night, a metallic green Maverick. My Mom used to race as well. She caused a lot of controversy when she wanted to race against the men instead of the Powder Puff. I remember some were all for it and others hated the idea of her on the track and created all out war. She was ran into, run off the track and they even rolled her car. A big fight ensued in the pits that night as a result. I counted 32 bruises on her the next day from the roll-over. 'eh, a typical weekend.
This was one of my favorite cars Dad drove...
My parents liked to listen to music and on the rare occasion you could catch my Dad singing a tune with the radio. To me, he was a very good singer and I would stay very quiet and careful not to look at him so he wouldn't stop and I could listen to him. One time that sticks out in my memory was an early cold snowy morning. Dad was driving me into town, which was about 10 miles, to school in our Volkswagen Bug and the station was playing "Amarillo By Morning" and as he sang along to the radio all I could think about was how much I loved my Dad. My Mom, she would sing at the top of her lungs and enjoy every minute of it no matter who was looking or listening! Mom would burst out in song for every occasion it seemed and still does!
I grew up listening to oldies and country music such as Loretta Lynn, Tammy Wynett, Dolly Pardon and somewhere along the line was truck driving songs. "Give me 40 acres and I'll turn this rig around", Little Joe, Smokey and the Bandit, etc. I didn't discover rock music until my early teens. Until that point I had 45's which were all oldies and some show tunes I think. My first real record was Ozzy and when my Dad heard that, he yelled at me and told me not to play that crap! He didn't want to hear it! So I took every opportunity while he was away to listen to it. One day, he came home for lunch unexpectedly and I had Ozzy playing pretty loud on Mom's stereo. He came through the door, went straight to the record player, grabbed it and smashed it over his knee and tossed it out the front door without saying a word to then just walk away. I stood there in disbelief at what he had just done! Now a days, you can catch him SINGING to Ozzy!! I still bring up that day he smashed my record and he says, "Ozzy isn't that bad". LOL
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