My first memory would go back to '71. I was 6 and my brother had bought his first car at the age of 16; a dark blue '69 sunroof beetle with white interior ... 100% bone stock, whitewalls and all!
I remember him tinkering with it time and time again, multiple extractor exhausts, chrome intake with a Holley bugspray, white fiberglass scoops over the front and rear air intakes (remember those?!), a Hurst Indy shifter, TigerPaw oversize radials ... just a few items I remember.
Fast forward about 3 or 4 years later he had graduated high school and over the summer was moving into his first stroker motor! We drove my mom's car down to meet a guy to purchase the crank, a 78mm! The guy brought it to the meeting place wrapped in towels, strapped to the back of a Honda Minitrail ... LOL! The engine was spread out all over the floor of the garage ... my dad peeked out one evening at the display only to turn back while muttering, "It will never run again." He got it all put together with some ported 40X35 non-welded heads done by a local machinist named Bridges, carburation was 40DCNFs via Claudes Buggies, pistons & cylinders were 90.5s, I think the can was a Norris.
I was probably 9 or 10 at the time, and though I did very little other that hand tools and watch, I did have the most glamourous job of cleaning all his tools!
So he gets it fired up and we're ready to go for a ride! This is about midnight. He romps it down the highway towards the end of the neighborhood and all the sudden THUMP and it looses all oil pressure! We pull into the last street to see that the oil hose has come loose from the external cooler; I think it was behind the fan shroud (?).
We run back to the house, about 3 miles, load up all needed tools and supplies into my mom's Skylark ... everyone else is long since asleep ... drive back to the scene of the spindletop to fill and button all back together, and we're ready to go.
Problem was, how to get both cars back to the house with out involving those less concerned? Long story a little shorter, I drove the Skylark back by myself, following my brother all through the neighborhood ... like I said, I was MAYBE 10!
Well, I've got many more and sorry for the long rant.
Suffice it to say that it's easy for these stories to come back to my mind. All I have to do is walk out into my garage today, sit in the car, and relive the old memories.