My dad used to take me to every wrestling match in Atlanta or Macon back in the day, met Ric Flair several times as a kid, and my dad, who was one of the most stoic, unimpressed motherfuckers ever, would always be giddy like a little girl when he got to shake Flair's hand.
It was amazing how ingrained wrestling was in our community, I lost count of the number of times I sat in a General Lee at some event because the car showed up literally every time.
I did get to ride around on Andre the Giant's shoulders though once, and that was cool.