Mr. Tim Cottons own words
My Fuel infected addiction to horse power and hot rods started at a very young age, when l was about’5 years old. I was raised on a farm in westem NY in the “Hay Day” of the muscle car era. Often l would be sitting at the dinner table listening to my Grandfather and my two uncles discussing their latest street race adventures.
They discussed how they might squeeze a little more horse power out of their engines. They all drove supped up Pontiacs and were all great drivers.
My father also loved cars and drove a 39 Willy’s stock car at the dirt track before l was born. The old Willy’s sat on a concrete slab behind a chicken-coup along with a couple of old Edsel’s and Studebakers. As a young boy l spent hours fighting the hornets and snakes for my spot to