Momma's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Hot Rodders.
What made the joyous experience of acceleration even better was that the ‘57 had “glass-pack mufflers.” Those cheap mufflers, to my delight, produced a great roar of full throttled Small Block Chevy. The throaty, deep, prolonged cry followed by the back peddling popping sounds from the dual exhaust pipes was a most pleasing tune for my young and tender ears.
My Mom's willingness to kick her '57 into passing gear at a moments notice put a fire in my belly for hot rod cars. Truth be known, my Mom liked flooring the '57's throttle almost as much as I did and still do. The neighbors in the Lanes didn't give Mom the nickname of "Hot Rod" for nothing!