Yeah, I have to tip my purple cap to my late father. He got me hooked when I was a little guy, too. We lived in Detroit and I can remember standing on the Belle Isle Bridge looking through the slats in the railing. I was too small to see over the top. We were watching the APBA Gold Cup for the unlimited hydroplanes. This was 1965....? I was five years old. Ron Musson won driving the green and yellow Miss Bardahl. Sadly he was one of the drivers who lost his life the next year in DC.

But I can still hear the sounds of those boats to this day, and the excitement there was to be had.