Its a sickness really. I was born with it. For me, there really was never any hope. I was born with the ringing of supercharged engines in my ears and I am terminally incurable. If it has an engine and wheels, it fascinates me. If its loud and fast, the same holds true. If its chopped, channeled, sectioned, shaved, painted, polished or chromed, I'm attracted to it. If it scrapes, bangs, bumps or drags, it gets my attention. If it's flaked, flames, scalloped or striped, I'm all eyes. This is tradition. Hot rods, Kustoms, Drag Racing, Motorcycles, and other associated automobilia.

Journey with me o the sights, sounds, places and personalities that make my world go round.

This is Rod and Race Report.