In 1954 my Father took me and 2 of my friends to our first drag race somewhere in south Louisiana. We all loved it immediately. However that day a dragster (hemi powered with a belly tank body) went out of control and into the crowd and killed a spectator. We were all afraid he would not allow us to race after that but he certainly did. The next Christmas he gave me a channeled 32 Ford 3 window with a hopped up flathead and it went from there. He was a huge supporter of my racing until I married and left in 1963.