I felt like I was ten again and I just dented my fathers car and I could not undo the shit I was in. So to start the story I woke up this morning and my family and I jumped into the truck and went to pick up a parts car 49 50 merk that another HAMBer gave to me ... After brunch we went home I decided to go get my hair cut and try out the coupe over driven with race fuel. I got a trim and on the way back I decided to goose the car a little and the shit came down on me. First gear was strong, second hit and the car started to water bed and I was headed for the curb. Hit the curb on the front drivers side, the frame clipped the parking lot retaining wall, spun me around 180 and put me back in the road. The worst part is we were going to shoot the car for a possible magazine layout in forty five minutes. I made call to my wife to come get me. Then called Bobby to cancel the shoot. The car body belonged to my late friend who lost his life in Iraq I was so sickened I had done something so stupid to the car. When we got the car back to clean it out there were clovers all in it from the dirt that was thrown up. Now I am trashing for the Thaw. Everything will be worked out and I am glad no one was hurt. Lot more to the story but it makes me feel sick writing it. And I do not want my wife to start chewing my ass again.