I wish my late dad gave me just one chance.
I was into soap box cars from an early age and there was a yearly race at the show grounds.
I built my own car without help and the old man promised to take me to the race but on race day he went to the track to see a bookie about a horse/donkey.
I never forgave him, honest.
A year later he died at 36.
Any kid who gets help from the parents in racing should get down on their knees every night and thank the Lord.
I did things the hard way and they still never quite worked out but it made me tougher and wiser.
My last ride.