I hear you, Hippiechic.

I thought I was the only female on this site that was into cars and car racing.

I also have a collection of miniature cars.

I've been drag racing since age 17. I'm now 50 and always up for the challenge.

It's amazing how men always joke that women can't drive. Well, let me tell 'ya, I've had a few men under the dashboard from fear because they thought I couldnt' handle a car. However, their last words were always...."I'll ride with you anytime!!"

Maybe one day when I grow up, I'll be able to afford that Bentley GT that I've always wanted. LOL

My current passion is Drifting. Actually learned how to drift three years ago. Unfortunately, although my current car is a rear-wheel drive (CTS "V"), can't do it in my car because of the torque.

Surprisingly, I see you're from Tennessee, which is actually where I learned to drive -- in the steep hills of Tennessee with a stick.

Nice to know there are a few women out there that can appreciate good machinery. The photo attached say's that you can make a statement about your passion. And enjoy people's responses. I have had very nice comments on this one. The devil makes me do it...

For what's it's I have a 66 olds 88, 425 SuperRocket in the garage. And it's 375 horse's of brute

"getty up go"

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The "Stang" is the best affordable ride in the world today. I have driven the 08 GT and with 80 lbs in the trunk there is not much that will out handle it. It's a great ride for the money.

The only car I ever dove that blew my mind for handling. Was a healey( Austin ) mark 4. WoW

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My very first car was a 66 Olds Delta 88 convertible. All black. With a loose driver's seat that would rock any time the car accelerated. It has the smallest V8 that Olds would put in one. For some reason, this car ran like a bat out of hell; we could never figure it out.

One early morning -- about 3:30 -- I was returning home in Philadelphia when a kid pulled up next to me in a Mustang GT with a 350 and started gunning his motor, doubtless trying to impress his female passenger with what a mean machine he had. Now I am most definitely not a street racer but it was late and I was looking for an excuse to blow my carburator out (You had to do that in those days). So I nodded.

The light turned green and we both hauled. Halfway down the block, he had me by a car length but I caught up by the next light, which oblingly turned green. At the end of the seocnd block I was pulling away. Man, was he pissed! We finally hit a red and we sat next to me, gunning his motor, threatening to shoot the engine right through the hood.

I had to make a right but I watched as he fishtailed down the street, despoiting half his tires on the roadway. What a smile I had on my face.

Nobody could ever figure out why this car ran as sweet as it did. Man, did I love that car.

A seriously rich friend of mine has kept and maintained these cars. They were both bought brand-new by his father.

He is a bachelor and his sister is a spinster, so I expect their nephew will inherit them.

When he takes them to Vintage Rallies, I get to drive the Bentley, but he won't let me touch the Jaguar. It is a highly sought-after collectors item, for reasons too elaborate to explain in this posting.

I just thought you'd like to see them.

I too am addicted to the cars. In 1964, I saw a black 34 Ford(Dad told me what it was) leaving the Drive in Diner. It sped off like a rocket and I was hooked! I have a 57 Plymouth, 67 Triumph Spitfire(RHD) and 69 Ford Galaxie 500. Still looking for a 34 Ford to build like the one I saw in '64. I, like you, have a huge collection of car magazines from about 40 years of reading. I've always admired the female car enthusias, always trying hard to prove their worth. It's always a pleasure to meet a female rodder.