Going with dad in his whacked roof 34 ford five window to woodward. I was real young and being italian, real short. So i fought to get to the curb to see the cars, as i stand for a bit two dudes dump a trashcan full of water a cars length down from me. A prostreet camaro pulls up in the water and lights up all its gears right past me, side exhaust almost burning my legs. But all i did was stare and take it all in. I thought it was the coolest shit ever. Till later that night i saw a yellow chopped, shaved, lowered & skirted 49-51 merc, (Fuzzy memory on year), Light it up so hard, I honestly forgot i was holding the pepsi in my hand. To me the smoke cloud was a monster of amazment. Too see a car so beautiful rip that hard was a mental marker for sure.