I think the 1st time the hook was set was by my parents' friends; the husband owned a Triumph TR3 and took me for a spirited ride; then it was off to a sportscar race at Torrey Pines where I saw my 1st Ferrari, a pontoon-fender Testa Rossa. Around this time we'd take summer trips back to Chicago in Mom & Dad's '57 Sport Suburban, which soon had a transplanted engine from a CHP car; it was a BB, I remember that, but not if it was a 383 or 413. Dad always liked to get on with the program on the highway, and regularly passed cars like he never wanted to see them again...