When my oldest was born, I believed life-as-we-know-it was over, so I bought
a tr-3 to restore and keep me at home. My son used to use the stripped
interior as kind of a play pen while I worked on it. Instead of those little
crib toys, he acquired motor coordinational skills by learning how to open
the doors with the old pull wire openers. Interestingly, to this day, he
doesn't drive.
tony
----- Original Message -----
From: Kelly, Katie <kkelly@spss.com>
To: <ba-autox@autox.team.net>
Sent: Thursday, June 01, 2000 11:45 AM
Subject: Growing Up in a Parking Lot
> Dennis just asked me a question about Growing Up on Asphalt. His specific
> was, "Did you really enjoy it when your parents would drag you to all
these
> events?"
>
> Well, Dennis, it was the only life my sister and I knew. We are actually
> autocross by-products. I think the transition is much harder for children
of
>
> "normal" parents who get the autox bug long after the children are born.
How
> could I say, "Oh, it was terrible, it could have been so much better,"
when
> I really have no means of comparison. Weekends were when we loaded up the
> car early in the morning and ate donuts.
>
> Sometimes, we'd have a babysitter come with us to autocrosses. My parents
> never missed an autocross for anything. The reason why that worked is
> because it was a shared passion. It was probably understood, probably even
> before Maggy and I were born, that the children would be raised thusly.
So,
> I don't recall any problems in that regard.
>
> I think the difference between my family and your average weekend
> autocrosser, is that for the Kellys, autocross is a lifestyle. It was kind
> of like growing up in a circus.
>
> later,
> Katie
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> Happiness is the best cosmetic.
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