As a teenager, I had three priorities in life: partying, girls, and my car. Which came first depended on where I was that day. The best days included all three. You might think I was a troublemaker. One of those kids that had poor grades, and was always in trouble with the law. Not so. A National Honor Society member, I did not cut classes, and never saw the inside of a police station. Respectful to teachers and friendly to all, I dreamed of becoming a pilot.
That changed on March 21st, 1981.