The Hotrod

I remember being about 5 y.o and my Dad having a tear in his eye as he was watching his old hotrod being towed away from the back yard of Nannas.
I didn't know why Dad would be sad about someone taking away my cubby house.
Then he looked down at me and said " Son, I was hoping that you would do it up someday and race speedway like me "
hmmm... I guess that didn't cross my mind at the time.