Some of my greatest memories are of my dad taking my two older brothers and I to DD in the mid to late 1960's. From getting the hair burned off of our arms and legs from the gasoline burnouts [[courtesy pit passes) to meeting some of the greatest legends of the day, I could not have lived a better life anywhere !!

Some highlights: The Little Red Wagon wheelie stands the entire length of the strip, meeting Big Daddy Don Garlits, Jungle Jim, the "Snake" and the "Mongoose". Seeing all of the great cars - the Hawaiian, Chi-Town Hustler, Color Me Gone, etc. and the jet cars and drag bikes.

For an seven year old kid, living in Detroit during the inception of Hot Wheels cars and going to the DD for pretty much every event for four seasons was Nirvana, plain and simple.