By Barbara Well, I used to race cars with my brother back in the day. I was in high school and I had my driver’s license, so I must have been about 18 years old. I don’t remember what got me interested in it, other than the fact that my brother was very involved in it and my father worked on the cars. The races were every weekend in Hackettstown, New Jersey. We lived in Passaic at the time, so we made the drive every weekend. I enjoyed spending the time with my brother and father. My friends also came to see the races, sometimes. I won my very first trophy from winning a race. I’ll never forget that day. Then when I became pregnant, that is when I stopped. I moved to New York and got my first job, and that was the start of my new life. I also won best looking in high school, and some other beauty pageants. Those were the best days of my life.
