Same here! And when i say that, im talking about when my dad cut the exhaust off our motorhome and put some cherry bombs on it…he would pick my brother and i up from school on friday early so we could get to the races on time…and he would be out in the parking lot rapping on it for all my buddies lmao. Same thing when pulling into the pits at the races. Theres just nothing else that sounds like a thrush cherry bomb lol.
In high school seemed we all got our first rids and first thing ever done was a trip to the store for cherry bombs lmao. Those were the days!