If you are like me the only room in the house your wife will let you touch is the garage. I spend most of my time at home out there anyway so being a full throttle gear head when we moved into the house 3.5 years ago I began putting stuff up on the walls of the garage. Tin speed shop signs, pictures of trucks I have owned and built, drag racing swag etc. Well after all this time of putting stuff up I am almost out of space. A good friend of mine has commented that my garage is starting to look like a TGI Friday’s restaurant and that the garage definitely has an excess of FLAIR.

I don’t plan on stopping but the space is getting tight. Should I start tackling the drywall ceiling? Tack more stuff onto the wood beams above? Undoubtedly there will be more photos and art to come. The only other thing to do is move and get a bigger garage. If the wife has anything to say about it that bigger garage better come with a bigger house too.

When you are a kid pushing the limits of your parents boundaries is only natural. When you are a gearhead kid it’s worse as tickets and frequent rear tire purchases come with the territory. When I was a youngster terrorizing the streets of Southern California in my black Chevy shortbed I recall it was very difficult to break what my parents thought was a fair curfew. Why? Ihad dual two chamber Flowmaster mufflers echoing the power from my trucks mild 350 and Mom and Dad had pretty much memorized the sound my truck emitted from idle to wide open throttle. If I came home late there was no sneaking in undetected.

When my daughter starts driving maybe I should install some Flowmasters on whatever I build her?

If you have been building custom trucks for any length of time chances are you have had a “Worst Breakdown”. Mine was in about 2002 on the way back from a truck show on the Colorado River. I blew a water pump on my 1990 GMC and was stranded off the I-40 in the middle of knowhere.  Thankfully my buddy Chris from PowerSource rolled by with a 3 car hauler and said if you drive this Civic on hydros home I will haul your truck home. Jeremy Cook and I jumped in the Civic and attempted to work the unmarked switch box for the hydraulics all the way home. We laid the car out a few times at 70 miles per hour. Don’t care to relive it but never will forget it.

It was about 1993 and a few high school buddies and I drove to Terminal Island Dragstrip when it was still going strong. I had an ’83 GMC shortbed and my friend Jeff had a ’68 Camaro. We pulled into the burnout box and proceeded to burn the rear tires for about a minute and a half so much that the announcer told us to stop. Our rides were not the fastest at the strip but I’ll never forget that burnout-it was pure insanity.

Tell us your best burnout story!!!