About when i was two years old, thats when i got my first car magazine, bought by my mother…and from there it all started… :-)
I don’t know… I’d liked them before I could even talk :3 when I was about five years old I came home from a party and my dad had just bought the original need for speed underground and I was hooked.. My favourite colour is blue and I adore the ford badge.. And today I still love all things cars and Anything with the blue oval :)
i used to be into trains when i was like 5 then when my brother got his first car i was helping him fix it and service it and that is when my love affair started with cars and i started watching Top Gear and did level 1 motor vehicle while i was at school and now i am an apprentice, i feel like i can connect with cars more than women, probably because no girls really talked to be at at school
Awesome question! I spent some good time thinking about this one.
It started when I was 16, but really I can remember stories from as far back as 3…
On my grandparents first visit from Italy they brought me a diecast Ferrari F40 and I loved it. I was never seen without it. While my brother would crash his cars together, I would pretend like I was driving it around, passing them under chairs ane tables. Then I started to wonder what it would be like to drive the real thing. We didn’t have a Ferrari, but we did have a 72 Cadillac Coupe Deville! I begged mom to let me drive the car. Realising saying no a 100x wasn’t going to stop me from asking, even at 3, there was just one time she let me sit in her lap and man the steering wheel while she controlled the pedals. I remember taking a hard left turn when losing a hub cap and watching it roll right into someone’s bush. I also lost my driving privileges :( That was until I was about 13 and my best friend’s dad let us take the Explorer around McCormick place in Chicago. I went then without driving a car for 10 years, but I could never go another 10.
Shortly after my grandparents first visited us, I had my first visit to our family in Italy. I remember the first time I heard about Formula 1. We were driving through the streets of Rome and it was a ghost town. When I asked where everyone was my mom said, “they’re all watching Formula 1.” I had no idea what that was but like most 3 year olds I was really curious, so they took me to the closest bar (mind you, bars in Italy are very different there than they are in the states.) When I caught a glimpse of the TV and heard the sweet sound spewing from those unrecognizable 4 wheel machines, I was totally hooked.
Growing up I went through phases where I was heavily interested in cars, sports, and music. But what really did it for me was when I got my first car. I was a very fortunate 16 year old. A 35th Anniversary Camaro SS. Vert, red, with silver racing stripes and all. Around that time, my parents were getting divorced so when times were rough I would jump in the car and disappear. For as long as I was in that car, all my problems disappeared. Driving that car was my therapy. The sound, the speed, the feeling was actually therapeutic. That’s where it really started.
Though I would spend a lot of time with my soccer buddies in high school, I developed a new group of friends solely by the fact that I drove the Camaro. We would go to car meets, shows, the strip and talk cars all the time, day and night. That car kept me out of a lot of trouble growing up, but not all of it. And to stay out of one kind of trouble only meant to get into a different kind of trouble. Like going to the track whenever possible. Meeting people who shared the same passion, and sharing that passion was a truly remarkable experience and my love for that car and the lifestyle that came with it only grew stronger. I wasn’t nearly as interested in going to parties as I was going out on a cruise with a bunch of other drivers. Again something we did day and night. As I became comfortable with the Camaro I realised how much I was missing out on when I learned how to drive stick in a friend’s 2004 CTS-V. I never felt the same way about the Camaro again. We swapped cars for about two weeks. In that two weeks, I was never quicker to getting out of bed and going to school. The feeling I got from being in complete control of 400rwhp through the t-56 was parallel to nothing. I loved that Camaro, but manually ripping through gears took my passion for driving to a whole new level.
Unfortunately I would lose the Camaro while in college because of the divorce. For a while thinking about cars made me sick. I couldn’t imagine a normal daily driver, and so for a while the whole car thing went to rest. I went through college without any car related thoughts on my mind. Then in one of my last years at school, I needed to buy a car for an internship I landed. It just so happened that my friends dad was looking to get rid of the Jeep. Without much hesitation I bought the car. At $1200, I couldn’t afford much else. Then I realised, “this thing has a 5.9L v8! :)” And so it all came rushing back.
The holes in the muffler gave me an excuse to get rid of it. The guys at the shop asked me what muffler I wanted to replace it with. I said “muffler? No, straight pipe.” I had no muffler on the Camaro, so I knew what I was asking for and I’m glad I did. The guy looked at me and smiled. Now I’m the guy with the obnoxiously loud sounding 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee. it’s no Camaro or CTS-V, but it sure sounds mean!
As a friendly birthday gift my friend, who I cruised with in h.s., let me take his 03 Cobra around the neighborhood not too long ago. I can tell you without a doubt in my mind that those 15 minutes were by far the greatest 15 minutes I’ve ever had since I parted ways with the Camaro. I’ve gotten back into cars, just not in the same fashion. A 98 jeep grand cherokee isn’t exactly a hot commodity or head turner. Imagine that.
I travel for work, and fly often. But if I’m less than a 5 hour drive away from a client, into the Jeep I go!
Michael
Awesome question! I spent some good time thinking about this one.
It started when I was 16, but really I can remember stories from as far back as 3…
On my grandparents first visit from Italy they brought me a diecast Ferrari F40 and I loved it. I was never seen without it. While my brother would crash his cars together, I would pretend like I was driving it around, passing them under chairs ane tables. Then I started to wonder what it would be like to drive the real thing. We didn’t have a Ferrari, but we did have a 72 Cadillac Coupe Deville! I begged mom to let me drive the car. Realising saying no a 100x wasn’t going to stop me from asking, even at 3, there was just one time she let me sit in her lap and man the steering wheel while she controlled the pedals. I remember taking a hard left turn when losing a hub cap and watching it roll right into someone’s bush. I also lost my driving privileges :( That was until I was about 13 and my best friend’s dad let us take the Explorer around McCormick place in Chicago. I went then without driving a car for 10 years, but I could never go another 10.
Shortly after my grandparents first visited us, I had my first visit to our family in Italy. I remember the first time I heard about Formula 1. We were driving through the streets of Rome and it was a ghost town. When I asked where everyone was my mom said, “they’re all watching Formula 1.” I had no idea what that was but like most 3 year olds I was really curious, so they took me to the closest bar (mind you, bars in Italy are very different there than they are in the states.) When I caught a glimpse of the TV and heard the sweet sound spewing from those unrecognizable 4 wheel machines, I was totally hooked.
Growing up I went through phases where I was heavily interested in cars, sports, and music. But what really did it for me was when I got my first car. I was a very fortunate 16 year old. A 35th Anniversary Camaro SS. Vert, red, with silver racing stripes and all. Around that time, my parents were getting divorced so when times were rough I would jump in the car and disappear. For as long as I was in that car, all my problems disappeared. Driving that car was my therapy. The sound, the speed, the feeling was actually therapeutic. That’s where it really started.
Though I would spend a lot of time with my soccer buddies in high school, I developed a new group of friends solely by the fact that I drove the Camaro. We would go to car meets, shows, the strip and talk cars all the time, day and night. That car kept me out of a lot of trouble growing up, but not all of it. And to stay out of one kind of trouble only meant to get into a different kind of trouble. Like going to the track whenever possible. Meeting people who shared the same passion, and sharing that passion was a truly remarkable experience and my love for that car and the lifestyle that came with it only grew stronger. I wasn’t nearly as interested in going to parties as I was going out on a cruise with a bunch of other drivers. Again something we did day and night. As I became comfortable with the Camaro I realised how much I was missing out on when I learned how to drive stick in a friend’s 2004 CTS-V. I never felt the same way about the Camaro again. We swapped cars for about two weeks. In that two weeks, I was never quicker to getting out of bed and going to school. The feeling I got from being in complete control of 400rwhp through the t-56 was parallel to nothing. I loved that Camaro, but manually ripping through gears took my passion for driving to a whole new level.
Unfortunately I would lose the Camaro while in college because of the divorce. For a while thinking about cars made me sick. I couldn’t imagine a normal daily driver, and so for a while the whole car thing went to rest. I went through college without any car related thoughts on my mind. Then in one of my last years at school, I needed to buy a car for an internship I landed. It just so happened that my friends dad was looking to get rid of the Jeep. Without much hesitation I bought the car. At $1200, I couldn’t afford much else. Then I realised, “this thing has a 5.9L v8! :)” And so it all came rushing back.
The holes in the muffler gave me an excuse to get rid of it. The guys at the shop asked me what muffler I wanted to replace it with. I said “muffler? No, straight pipe.” I had no muffler on the Camaro, so I knew what I was asking for and I’m glad I did. The guy looked at me and smiled. Now I’m the guy with the obnoxiously loud sounding 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee. it’s no Camaro or CTS-V, but it sure sounds mean!
As a friendly birthday gift my friend, who I cruised with in h.s., let me take his 03 Cobra around the neighborhood not too long ago. I can tell you without a doubt in my mind that those 15 minutes were by far the greatest 15 minutes I’ve ever had since I parted ways with the Camaro. I’ve gotten back into cars, just not in the same fashion. A 98 jeep grand cherokee isn’t exactly a hot commodity or head turner. Imagine that.
I travel for work, and fly often. But if I’m less than a 5 hour drive away from a client, into the Jeep I go!
Michael
As a 2-year-old, my dad got me into cars. The bond just got stronger and stronger.
At first I didnt want my license and had no interest in cars at all, infact my first time driving I crashed my dads Mitsubishi Endeavor into our garage door and at that point I was not excited in driving at all, but like anyone else I worked through all the drivers training and all that boring stuff and got my license. Eventually I got it and my mom and dad had a 2000 BMW 323i with 280 thousand km’s on it and it was a piece of crap so they gave it to me and my mom got a new Mercedes. Since the car was mine i figured i’d make it my own, I always wanted a BMW M3 since I grew up and I surprisingly saved up a decent amount of money in the hopes in getting one. So I started my old crappy 323i drove it to school a couple times and parked beside all the Jewbaru boys (just kidding) who surprisingly came up to me and complimented my car so I kindof developped a relationship with them. I decided i wanted to fit in with the crew a bit more and started doing small things like adding halos to the car, i took my rims sand blasted them painted them black and blacked out my tailights too. I then did the thing that any typical teenage driver would do and thats get a massive subwoofer for the car i bought a MTX audio kit with 2 ‘12 inch subwoofers and i slapped blue led’s in the car everywhere, it was kindof funny that I started off as a ricer i guess but it was what i wanted to do at the time . So i started hanging out with the subie boys and a couple of people who are now my best friends that had volvo s70 turbos and we would cruise and they would absolutely kill me every time, those volvos were surprisingly fast, so at that point i decided to sell the 323i and sell it to try and get my dream car the E46 M3. I ended up selling my riced out euro car for 2 grand to a teenage girl down the street and I started hunting for something new. I drove some subies, debated a rx7 tried a bunch of different styles and types of cars but I couldnt get over that damn M3. One day I was browsing autotrader in class when i found one, A beautiful 2002 bmw M3 in phoenix yellow. I had to have it so I drove 4 hours to go get it, set up financing terms and am still currently making payments on the car every month. on top of that I left the ricer life behind, I added some small cosmetic things to the m3 , new corner lights fog lights and tailights all custom made none of that spray can smoked lights crap. An im now saving up for a new exhaust and hopefully one day I will be able to slap a nice max psi turbo kit on this thing then I will be happy… So i guess thats how it started and I’ve matured into more of a tuner and racer type, i even bring my baby to the track in the summer for some fun and if its worth mentioning i beat my boys in little races and fun stuff like that all the time now. Anyways thats my story sorry it was so long i’ve just developped a passion for cars now and i respect all cars and all types. Thanks for reading guys !!
Short story? - The car posted below
Growing up, instead of fishing, hunting, or being a sports fanatic like every other father/son in mid-west, rural America….I grew up turning wrenches with my pops. He always had a ‘3rd’ or ‘weekend’ car that we would tinker on, detail, modify, etc etc….cars came and went, but the garage stayed.
Garage was never locked, heated, TV, refridgerator , very social place for friends, family and neighbors to stop by and chat, or help out.
Currently in the big city of Chicago with no garage or project car…looking to make some changes to my living situation sooner than later :)
My dad had a 1965 jaguar e-type, straight from the UK, right hand drive, staright 6, the lot. My acual sort of “click” moment, was when he took me on a backroad amd just went ham on it, the noise, the feel and the experience made me want to chase that feeling again, tp CRAVE it. And thats how it started for me
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About when i was two years old, thats when i got my first car magazine, bought by my mother…and from there it all started… :-)
I don’t know… I’d liked them before I could even talk :3 when I was about five years old I came home from a party and my dad had just bought the original need for speed underground and I was hooked.. My favourite colour is blue and I adore the ford badge.. And today I still love all things cars and Anything with the blue oval :)
i used to be into trains when i was like 5 then when my brother got his first car i was helping him fix it and service it and that is when my love affair started with cars and i started watching Top Gear and did level 1 motor vehicle while i was at school and now i am an apprentice, i feel like i can connect with cars more than women, probably because no girls really talked to be at at school
Awesome question! I spent some good time thinking about this one.
It started when I was 16, but really I can remember stories from as far back as 3…
On my grandparents first visit from Italy they brought me a diecast Ferrari F40 and I loved it. I was never seen without it. While my brother would crash his cars together, I would pretend like I was driving it around, passing them under chairs ane tables. Then I started to wonder what it would be like to drive the real thing. We didn’t have a Ferrari, but we did have a 72 Cadillac Coupe Deville! I begged mom to let me drive the car. Realising saying no a 100x wasn’t going to stop me from asking, even at 3, there was just one time she let me sit in her lap and man the steering wheel while she controlled the pedals. I remember taking a hard left turn when losing a hub cap and watching it roll right into someone’s bush. I also lost my driving privileges :( That was until I was about 13 and my best friend’s dad let us take the Explorer around McCormick place in Chicago. I went then without driving a car for 10 years, but I could never go another 10.
Shortly after my grandparents first visited us, I had my first visit to our family in Italy. I remember the first time I heard about Formula 1. We were driving through the streets of Rome and it was a ghost town. When I asked where everyone was my mom said, “they’re all watching Formula 1.” I had no idea what that was but like most 3 year olds I was really curious, so they took me to the closest bar (mind you, bars in Italy are very different there than they are in the states.) When I caught a glimpse of the TV and heard the sweet sound spewing from those unrecognizable 4 wheel machines, I was totally hooked.
Growing up I went through phases where I was heavily interested in cars, sports, and music. But what really did it for me was when I got my first car. I was a very fortunate 16 year old. A 35th Anniversary Camaro SS. Vert, red, with silver racing stripes and all. Around that time, my parents were getting divorced so when times were rough I would jump in the car and disappear. For as long as I was in that car, all my problems disappeared. Driving that car was my therapy. The sound, the speed, the feeling was actually therapeutic. That’s where it really started.
Though I would spend a lot of time with my soccer buddies in high school, I developed a new group of friends solely by the fact that I drove the Camaro. We would go to car meets, shows, the strip and talk cars all the time, day and night. That car kept me out of a lot of trouble growing up, but not all of it. And to stay out of one kind of trouble only meant to get into a different kind of trouble. Like going to the track whenever possible. Meeting people who shared the same passion, and sharing that passion was a truly remarkable experience and my love for that car and the lifestyle that came with it only grew stronger. I wasn’t nearly as interested in going to parties as I was going out on a cruise with a bunch of other drivers. Again something we did day and night. As I became comfortable with the Camaro I realised how much I was missing out on when I learned how to drive stick in a friend’s 2004 CTS-V. I never felt the same way about the Camaro again. We swapped cars for about two weeks. In that two weeks, I was never quicker to getting out of bed and going to school. The feeling I got from being in complete control of 400rwhp through the t-56 was parallel to nothing. I loved that Camaro, but manually ripping through gears took my passion for driving to a whole new level.
Unfortunately I would lose the Camaro while in college because of the divorce. For a while thinking about cars made me sick. I couldn’t imagine a normal daily driver, and so for a while the whole car thing went to rest. I went through college without any car related thoughts on my mind. Then in one of my last years at school, I needed to buy a car for an internship I landed. It just so happened that my friends dad was looking to get rid of the Jeep. Without much hesitation I bought the car. At $1200, I couldn’t afford much else. Then I realised, “this thing has a 5.9L v8! :)” And so it all came rushing back.
The holes in the muffler gave me an excuse to get rid of it. The guys at the shop asked me what muffler I wanted to replace it with. I said “muffler? No, straight pipe.” I had no muffler on the Camaro, so I knew what I was asking for and I’m glad I did. The guy looked at me and smiled. Now I’m the guy with the obnoxiously loud sounding 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee. it’s no Camaro or CTS-V, but it sure sounds mean!
As a friendly birthday gift my friend, who I cruised with in h.s., let me take his 03 Cobra around the neighborhood not too long ago. I can tell you without a doubt in my mind that those 15 minutes were by far the greatest 15 minutes I’ve ever had since I parted ways with the Camaro. I’ve gotten back into cars, just not in the same fashion. A 98 jeep grand cherokee isn’t exactly a hot commodity or head turner. Imagine that.
I travel for work, and fly often. But if I’m less than a 5 hour drive away from a client, into the Jeep I go!
Michael
Awesome question! I spent some good time thinking about this one.
It started when I was 16, but really I can remember stories from as far back as 3…
On my grandparents first visit from Italy they brought me a diecast Ferrari F40 and I loved it. I was never seen without it. While my brother would crash his cars together, I would pretend like I was driving it around, passing them under chairs ane tables. Then I started to wonder what it would be like to drive the real thing. We didn’t have a Ferrari, but we did have a 72 Cadillac Coupe Deville! I begged mom to let me drive the car. Realising saying no a 100x wasn’t going to stop me from asking, even at 3, there was just one time she let me sit in her lap and man the steering wheel while she controlled the pedals. I remember taking a hard left turn when losing a hub cap and watching it roll right into someone’s bush. I also lost my driving privileges :( That was until I was about 13 and my best friend’s dad let us take the Explorer around McCormick place in Chicago. I went then without driving a car for 10 years, but I could never go another 10.
Shortly after my grandparents first visited us, I had my first visit to our family in Italy. I remember the first time I heard about Formula 1. We were driving through the streets of Rome and it was a ghost town. When I asked where everyone was my mom said, “they’re all watching Formula 1.” I had no idea what that was but like most 3 year olds I was really curious, so they took me to the closest bar (mind you, bars in Italy are very different there than they are in the states.) When I caught a glimpse of the TV and heard the sweet sound spewing from those unrecognizable 4 wheel machines, I was totally hooked.
Growing up I went through phases where I was heavily interested in cars, sports, and music. But what really did it for me was when I got my first car. I was a very fortunate 16 year old. A 35th Anniversary Camaro SS. Vert, red, with silver racing stripes and all. Around that time, my parents were getting divorced so when times were rough I would jump in the car and disappear. For as long as I was in that car, all my problems disappeared. Driving that car was my therapy. The sound, the speed, the feeling was actually therapeutic. That’s where it really started.
Though I would spend a lot of time with my soccer buddies in high school, I developed a new group of friends solely by the fact that I drove the Camaro. We would go to car meets, shows, the strip and talk cars all the time, day and night. That car kept me out of a lot of trouble growing up, but not all of it. And to stay out of one kind of trouble only meant to get into a different kind of trouble. Like going to the track whenever possible. Meeting people who shared the same passion, and sharing that passion was a truly remarkable experience and my love for that car and the lifestyle that came with it only grew stronger. I wasn’t nearly as interested in going to parties as I was going out on a cruise with a bunch of other drivers. Again something we did day and night. As I became comfortable with the Camaro I realised how much I was missing out on when I learned how to drive stick in a friend’s 2004 CTS-V. I never felt the same way about the Camaro again. We swapped cars for about two weeks. In that two weeks, I was never quicker to getting out of bed and going to school. The feeling I got from being in complete control of 400rwhp through the t-56 was parallel to nothing. I loved that Camaro, but manually ripping through gears took my passion for driving to a whole new level.
Unfortunately I would lose the Camaro while in college because of the divorce. For a while thinking about cars made me sick. I couldn’t imagine a normal daily driver, and so for a while the whole car thing went to rest. I went through college without any car related thoughts on my mind. Then in one of my last years at school, I needed to buy a car for an internship I landed. It just so happened that my friends dad was looking to get rid of the Jeep. Without much hesitation I bought the car. At $1200, I couldn’t afford much else. Then I realised, “this thing has a 5.9L v8! :)” And so it all came rushing back.
The holes in the muffler gave me an excuse to get rid of it. The guys at the shop asked me what muffler I wanted to replace it with. I said “muffler? No, straight pipe.” I had no muffler on the Camaro, so I knew what I was asking for and I’m glad I did. The guy looked at me and smiled. Now I’m the guy with the obnoxiously loud sounding 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee. it’s no Camaro or CTS-V, but it sure sounds mean!
As a friendly birthday gift my friend, who I cruised with in h.s., let me take his 03 Cobra around the neighborhood not too long ago. I can tell you without a doubt in my mind that those 15 minutes were by far the greatest 15 minutes I’ve ever had since I parted ways with the Camaro. I’ve gotten back into cars, just not in the same fashion. A 98 jeep grand cherokee isn’t exactly a hot commodity or head turner. Imagine that.
I travel for work, and fly often. But if I’m less than a 5 hour drive away from a client, into the Jeep I go!
Michael
As a 2-year-old, my dad got me into cars. The bond just got stronger and stronger.
At first I didnt want my license and had no interest in cars at all, infact my first time driving I crashed my dads Mitsubishi Endeavor into our garage door and at that point I was not excited in driving at all, but like anyone else I worked through all the drivers training and all that boring stuff and got my license. Eventually I got it and my mom and dad had a 2000 BMW 323i with 280 thousand km’s on it and it was a piece of crap so they gave it to me and my mom got a new Mercedes. Since the car was mine i figured i’d make it my own, I always wanted a BMW M3 since I grew up and I surprisingly saved up a decent amount of money in the hopes in getting one. So I started my old crappy 323i drove it to school a couple times and parked beside all the Jewbaru boys (just kidding) who surprisingly came up to me and complimented my car so I kindof developped a relationship with them. I decided i wanted to fit in with the crew a bit more and started doing small things like adding halos to the car, i took my rims sand blasted them painted them black and blacked out my tailights too. I then did the thing that any typical teenage driver would do and thats get a massive subwoofer for the car i bought a MTX audio kit with 2 ‘12 inch subwoofers and i slapped blue led’s in the car everywhere, it was kindof funny that I started off as a ricer i guess but it was what i wanted to do at the time . So i started hanging out with the subie boys and a couple of people who are now my best friends that had volvo s70 turbos and we would cruise and they would absolutely kill me every time, those volvos were surprisingly fast, so at that point i decided to sell the 323i and sell it to try and get my dream car the E46 M3. I ended up selling my riced out euro car for 2 grand to a teenage girl down the street and I started hunting for something new. I drove some subies, debated a rx7 tried a bunch of different styles and types of cars but I couldnt get over that damn M3. One day I was browsing autotrader in class when i found one, A beautiful 2002 bmw M3 in phoenix yellow. I had to have it so I drove 4 hours to go get it, set up financing terms and am still currently making payments on the car every month. on top of that I left the ricer life behind, I added some small cosmetic things to the m3 , new corner lights fog lights and tailights all custom made none of that spray can smoked lights crap. An im now saving up for a new exhaust and hopefully one day I will be able to slap a nice max psi turbo kit on this thing then I will be happy… So i guess thats how it started and I’ve matured into more of a tuner and racer type, i even bring my baby to the track in the summer for some fun and if its worth mentioning i beat my boys in little races and fun stuff like that all the time now. Anyways thats my story sorry it was so long i’ve just developped a passion for cars now and i respect all cars and all types. Thanks for reading guys !!
Short story? - The car posted below
Growing up, instead of fishing, hunting, or being a sports fanatic like every other father/son in mid-west, rural America….I grew up turning wrenches with my pops. He always had a ‘3rd’ or ‘weekend’ car that we would tinker on, detail, modify, etc etc….cars came and went, but the garage stayed.
Garage was never locked, heated, TV, refridgerator , very social place for friends, family and neighbors to stop by and chat, or help out.
Currently in the big city of Chicago with no garage or project car…looking to make some changes to my living situation sooner than later :)
My dad had a 1965 jaguar e-type, straight from the UK, right hand drive, staright 6, the lot. My acual sort of “click” moment, was when he took me on a backroad amd just went ham on it, the noise, the feel and the experience made me want to chase that feeling again, tp CRAVE it. And thats how it started for me