THE KING'S CHARIOT FOR 1967, THE SLIGHTLY REWORKED 1967 BELVEDERE, 426 CUBES OF SHTONKING, GROUND POUNDING HEMI MUSCLE . . . . THE ERA, THE CAR AND THE DRIVER THAT STARTED MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH NASCAR AND THE CHRYSLER CORPORATION . . . . TIMELESSLY COOL, SUPER DUPER TOUGH AND VIRTUALLY UNBEATABLE . . . . THANKS DAD !!!

FROM THE EARLY SIXTIES THROUGH UNTIL THE BEGINNING OF THE SEVENTIES WILL ALWAYS BE THE HIGH-WATER FOR ME AS FAR AS NASCAR RACING GOES, I WAS ONLY A KID AT THE TIME BUT IT WAS INDELIBLY ETCHED INTO MY MIND EVERY SUNDAY COURTESY OF HIGHLIGHTS OF THE FORTNIGHT'S PRIOR RACING FROM THE STATES . . . . REAL MEN PILOTING BIG, BRUTAL CARS, STUFFED FULL OF BIG, BRUTAL MOTORS, DRUM BRAKES, HEAVY CLUTCHES, SKINNY STEERING WHEELS AT SPEEDS OF UP TO 200 MPH ON HIGH BANKED OVALS WHERE DEATH AND DISASTER WAS ONLY A BEE'S DICK AWAY AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT. . . . AND ALL BEFORE THE TIME OF THE NADER INSPIRED INTERVENTION OF THE SOCIAL DOGOODERS. MY FATHER REALLY ENJOYED IT AND PASSED ON THE MADNESS TO ME, NOT THROUGH TALKING IT UP, SIMPLY BY LETTING ME WATCH IT, ASK QUESTIONS AND FALL IN LOVE.