Haven't seen Dazed and Confused, but a huge fan of American Graffiti. My father grew up cruising and street racing in So Cal's San Fernando Valley back in the late 50s and 60s, and he introduced me to the movie at a young age.
Even into the 70s, he would sneak out on my mom to go street racing. He blew the engine in his 1960 hot rod Ford truck while out racing one night. To cover he told my mom he had sold it to a friend, which delighted her because she always hated fast cars. And motorcycles or guns or anything else we guys found exciting but she thought too dangerous.
The summer after my parents split I got a pocket knife, dirt bike, motorcycle, .22 rifle and went hunting rabbits and squirrels for the first time. I dearly love my mother, but those things go a long way in a 10 year old boy's heart.