5BrothersFabrication
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Waaaaaaay back in the day, if you are familiar with Atomic Speedway, it used to sit right beside I-40 in west Knoxville, now a trucking terminal. There was a rest area (really just a pull-off) a couple hundred yards up the road, dad would park there and he and I would walk down the shoulder back to the track and sneak into the pits. It's dusky dark, we were crouched in the bushes waiting on a crowd to disperse so we could come out like we had been there all day, and dad catches a whiff of something and starts sniffing around. His eyes got as big as saucers when he realized we were hiding in a marijuana patch. He snatched up about 3-4 plants in each hand and we proceeded to run down the shoulder of the interstate with several 4' or better pot plants in hand. Reckon some hippies would toss seeds and stems, they just grew where they landed. Dad told me that story a couple years ago, and I only remember being bummed about not going to the races because he all of a sudden wanted to take some trees home.
Another dad story.- when I was a kid, dad had 2 '71 Mach 1's and a red '73 Mach 1 all at the same time. I vaguely remember dad getting out of the red one at a stop sign and punching a guy in a car, then taking his keys (all of this through the driver window) and throwing the keys into a hay field. I asked him about it as a teenager, all he said was "Sumbitch cut me off." Lots of good memories in ol' red.
Another dad story.- when I was a kid, dad had 2 '71 Mach 1's and a red '73 Mach 1 all at the same time. I vaguely remember dad getting out of the red one at a stop sign and punching a guy in a car, then taking his keys (all of this through the driver window) and throwing the keys into a hay field. I asked him about it as a teenager, all he said was "Sumbitch cut me off." Lots of good memories in ol' red.
