My Dad did some SCCA racing back in the 70s. Campaigning a VW Type 3 Fastback built all to Hell, a stock Triumph TR-3 and a Triumph GT-6 with a Chevy 350 and a four speed, which SCCA forced into A Sports Racing, and that took a lot of the fun out of the GT-6, Dad and his all-volunteer crew had their hands full. Dad rolled the TR-3 in a Gymkhana right in front of the woman he was trying to impress because she was a semi-pro driver and hotter than a firecracker and Dad figured that the only way to get a date with her was to win.
Needless to say, when the car rolled, Dad ended up hanging by the harness with the car perched on the headlights and the roll bar with transmission oil dripping into his helmet; Dad did not win the race.
Oddly enough, Dad lost the race but won the woman who sometime later became my Mother. I wish I could remember her but she passed away when I was very small.
Mom has been gone since I was a little kid and Dad is now going to do VSCCA. He found an Allard and is going for broke on this old pile of shit.
Like this one:
VSCCA:
http://www.vscca.org/