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.