|02-06-2004 11:12 PM|
|dynodon||Started at 8 with comics Clint curtis and the road knights,scot jackson and his rail ,cool hotrod comic books back then i still have them ,and all my hotrod bubble gum cards,show cars and drag cars .|
|02-06-2004 09:47 PM|
|Green Monster||I got into cars, interestingly enough, because of my Grandmother. You see, when I was VERY young, she had a '68 Vette. Then she got a '76 Trans Am. Then she got a '78 Trans Am (after the '76 was totalled in the Blizzard of '78 in the Northeast). All this time my Grandfather was driving a '70 LeMans sport convertable with a 455 in it. That later became my 1st car. When I went to Trade school for high school, I wanted to go into the auto repair shop, but so did evey other kidd. It was full- up, so I took Diesel machine instead. I love cars!|
|02-06-2004 09:38 PM|
When i got my first sniff of gasoline at 9. Hooked since.
|02-06-2004 07:11 PM|
|Crazy Mopar Guy||
I was born cursed with a love of cars.....
My parents kept pictures of cars I drew when I was 4 years old, I still have them.
In grade 6 we had to write a paper on "how something worked". I did the four stroke internal combustion engine.
I am *NOT* joking. I would have been 11 years old.
I would argue with my Dad about cars. I was in love with Jaguar XKE's when I was in Kindergarten. My grade 1 teacher had a 1970 GTO convertible. (OKay- she was old, but her car was HOT!)
I remember watching a Plymouth Superbird, brand new, drive off a car lot. I was 7 years old. I pointed it out to my Dad, and he explained "Anyone who likes that car is STOOOOPID because the wing is only good over 200 MPH, where are you going to drive 200 mph!!!" (EXACT words, I replayed them in my mind a million times..)
I must have been stupid. I was in love.
I assumed my kids would be in love with cars as madly as I am, but they aren't.
My Dad died years and years ago.
I can shake the memory of lost loves, but only if they were women.
The cars, I can never forget.
|02-06-2004 04:12 PM|
|Gearhead forever||I was born with hot wheels in my hand. My older brother was into hot rods, so I got a the ragged hand me downs. I also built models for years. I still have about a hundred stashed away, most unbuit. I can't believe it took me 34 years to get to my first serious project.|
|02-03-2004 10:27 AM|
|firebirdfanatic||My dad was a diesel mechanic. I used to go to the shop with him and just hang out. When I was about 5, he did a complete rebuild of a camaro. It's the first car I remember riding in and I've been hooked ever since.|
|02-03-2004 10:26 AM|
When the car bug bit
I have loved old cars as long as I can remember. My uncle has a '31 Model A Tudor, a 65 Falcon Futura drop top, and a 38 Ford Coupe. There were a few early Mustangs in various stages of restoration as well as a Willys jeep. The coolest thing was the "back 40" of his farm. Falcons, Rancheros, Galaxies, Fairlaines and pickups as far as the eyes of a child could see. Check the truck picture in my gallery. There were at least 6 more of these stuffed in the woods behind the house. The barns were stuffed with flatheads and mid-60's v-8s waiting their turn. It was the ultimate playground for me and my cousins. We just had to scare away the badgers before we climbed into a car to play.
|02-03-2004 10:07 AM|
To sum it up best. My first word was "car"
|02-03-2004 09:32 AM|
2 words " Vanishing Point "
when i was about 4 years old......
that and my mom raced circle track when i was younger.....
i loved going to the races every saturday night.....
i think it was the Burning Jet Fuel Smell that hooked me...
now almost 17 years later... i have had more cars then "MOST" 40 year olds ....
|02-03-2004 09:17 AM|
When my friend Jeff's dad took us to my first swap meet, he put the car in neutral and shut it off going down a hill. There was no traffic, it was his little game to see if he could clear the next hill. Ever since then, I realized that cars can be fun.
Few weeks later he showed me one of his 30's coupes do a burnout just like Jeff's go-kart. As soon as I knew cars were capable of doing such things, I wanted to know more.
|02-03-2004 05:11 AM|
I started with beat up motorcycles when I was 12 (90cc Honda, then later, a 305 Honda). I lived out in the sticks, so the bikes got me around to all the impressionable little neighbor girls. At 15, I bought a '64 Merc Montclair. It was a beater, but it had all the essentials; a roof and a back seat.
|02-03-2004 04:50 AM|
|thrown_hammer||Watching Cannonball Run for the first time.|
|02-03-2004 12:33 AM|
|Gr8 '48 bow tie||
I really don't know why I became interrested cars. I was only five years old when my dad passed away. We didn't even have a car because he was unable to drive because of illness. Around the age of seven a group of us boys (9 or 10) would always hang out together around an auto salvage yard where we would sit in the cars and drive them all over the place (in our minds). I guess after a while the real thing gets into your blood. At age fifteen I bought my first car, it was a 1940 chevy 2 dr sedan. That was almost 50 years ago. I painted it and pampered it and really had a good time driving it. I was hooked. Now I have a '48 chevy which is not a lot different than the "40. I LOVE MY CHEVY.
|02-02-2004 10:25 PM|
My grandfather had cars packed around the garage like sardines....I would get dropped off for the day in the summer time while my parents were at work. Me and pappy would work on everything, often falling asleep in the sun under the cars. He was retired at the time and just worked on cars to keep busy. I loved going to the salvage yard or auto parts store with him. When anyone would see him they would yell his name and give him the greatest reception. Just seeing the way people responded to him being around made him a bigger hero to me. A few days after my mom was in an auto accident my family stopped in to see the progress on the car; which my grandfather was working on. He had the front clip off of the car waiting to get new parts...At that point in my life I didn't even know the sheetmetal could come off. I just stood there slackjawed in disbelief. I always knew I was hooked. But, after I saw the clip off the car, it became serious.
Also,There was a bad intersection at the end of our street. After an accident I would collect the busted up parts and bag and tag them and arrange them in different ways. This started at age two!
|02-02-2004 09:38 PM|
|Carbed95GT||I started reading car books when I was about 14. I'd say that's when I started. My interests were further sparked at age 16, when I got into the whole "I love Mustangs" scene. Then, at 19, I met my husband, who taught me the ins and outs of mechanical upgrades. That's what really did it. Hands on experience turned me into a blossoming car freak. Now, instead of arguing over what's for dinner, we argue about the 2.02 intake valves vs. 2.05s.|
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