My dad has owned dozens and dozens of cars, mostly old muscle and various pickup trucks, as well as tons of motorcycles. His dad was the same, too. This combined with a childhood full of NFS games and ride-along winter hooning created the perfect recipe for a petrolhead.
Used to visit a garage since I was about 6-7 years old since I had a family member working there, I used to go there and just mess around with stuff, A C63 AMG came in once, I got a ride in it and i just used to love the way it pulled you back into the seat whenever you put your foot down and that’s when i really got interested in cars, im 15 now and i still go to that garage every now and then to chill on the weekends or whenever im not in school. My parents dont trust me with anything that’s got an engine, once i wanted a go kart to mess around with in summer but they’d try to sort of get me away from things like that and tell me to buy a PS4 or something. But im saving up for next summer, get a decent offroad kart and probably keep it at a friends hahah
After my first Audi A7.. I realized I needed a car with a little more character
My dad always watched top fuel dragsters on TV, and the first time I remember watching these races I was about 4, and something about the big ass engine shooting flames out of the headers screaming down the quarter like a bat out of hell got me fired up, and the rest is history!
For me it started with a love of locomotives and steam. My great-grandfather was an engineer on at AT&SF railway so I grew up with his memorabilia and stories. Once I got so into them I expanded into travel and cars with these “Bog Book” series, particularly the one on cars. Then when I saw “The Love Bug” I was absolutely hooked. Herbie just seemed so happy and courageous despite adversity, things I wanted to be and still strive for. Now it gives such a sense of community and is such an important part of my life I can’t imagine it any other way.
My father raising me right. Taking me to races since I was a kid; the F1 USGP, Indy 500, Milwaukee Mile, and local derbies at the 1/4mi oval/figure 8. He also is the reason I know 90% of “JDM” is garbage, so I drove a couple “blah” cars while saving for something decent instead of having a ricer phase. I also started wrenching on cars with him as far back as I can remember; and almost completing the restoration of a 64.5 Mustang that he tore down with his father.
There was no short supply of hot wheels, diecasts, and racing games growing up, either. He actually has about the biggest diecast collection I have seen.
”90% of ”JDM” is garbage”, I’d love to hear you explain that, since you obviously don’t know what JDM means. Also, all those downvotes on your cars. Priceless.
It happened when I started working with my friends that was training to be mechanics, I liked cars before this but after this job my passion started to grow. I was soon under the bonnet of my car and learning how it works and started being able to fix it myself when things went wrong. It taught me that you can appreciate any car as long as you love it and you know the work that you put into it. As they say its not what you drive, but how you drive
For me it started out with my dad, he was in the market for a new truck and told me (11 at the time) to jokingly find out which was best for him, found it, bought it, still have it and to this day love driving that RAM no matter where I am.
My love of cars was inherited from my Dad. I grew up going to car shows every weekend. What started as a passion for old muscle cars became a passion for cars of all kinds. What really fueled my passion though was my Dad’s 1964.5 Mustang which he did a full resto-mod project on. I spent many days working with my Dad in the garage, going to car shows, and cruising around town in this old Mustang.
My granddads Volvo 850 T5, that 5-cyl turbo growl was the most savage sound I’ve ever heard. I remember we spend a whole day just around, spending almost a full tank and cheep as he is; he never mentioned mpg or the cost of owning it. I guess that stuck with me and my journey began. Feel time: My first car was a 1996 Volvo 850R, when I surprised him at home he went into the driver seat and didn’t say a word. After a solid 15 minutes he asked if we could drive around like we used to.
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My dad has owned dozens and dozens of cars, mostly old muscle and various pickup trucks, as well as tons of motorcycles. His dad was the same, too. This combined with a childhood full of NFS games and ride-along winter hooning created the perfect recipe for a petrolhead.
Used to visit a garage since I was about 6-7 years old since I had a family member working there, I used to go there and just mess around with stuff, A C63 AMG came in once, I got a ride in it and i just used to love the way it pulled you back into the seat whenever you put your foot down and that’s when i really got interested in cars, im 15 now and i still go to that garage every now and then to chill on the weekends or whenever im not in school. My parents dont trust me with anything that’s got an engine, once i wanted a go kart to mess around with in summer but they’d try to sort of get me away from things like that and tell me to buy a PS4 or something. But im saving up for next summer, get a decent offroad kart and probably keep it at a friends hahah
After my first Audi A7.. I realized I needed a car with a little more character
My dad always watched top fuel dragsters on TV, and the first time I remember watching these races I was about 4, and something about the big ass engine shooting flames out of the headers screaming down the quarter like a bat out of hell got me fired up, and the rest is history!
For me it started with a love of locomotives and steam. My great-grandfather was an engineer on at AT&SF railway so I grew up with his memorabilia and stories. Once I got so into them I expanded into travel and cars with these “Bog Book” series, particularly the one on cars. Then when I saw “The Love Bug” I was absolutely hooked. Herbie just seemed so happy and courageous despite adversity, things I wanted to be and still strive for. Now it gives such a sense of community and is such an important part of my life I can’t imagine it any other way.
My father raising me right. Taking me to races since I was a kid; the F1 USGP, Indy 500, Milwaukee Mile, and local derbies at the 1/4mi oval/figure 8. He also is the reason I know 90% of “JDM” is garbage, so I drove a couple “blah” cars while saving for something decent instead of having a ricer phase. I also started wrenching on cars with him as far back as I can remember; and almost completing the restoration of a 64.5 Mustang that he tore down with his father.
There was no short supply of hot wheels, diecasts, and racing games growing up, either. He actually has about the biggest diecast collection I have seen.
”90% of ”JDM” is garbage”, I’d love to hear you explain that, since you obviously don’t know what JDM means.
Also, all those downvotes on your cars. Priceless.
It happened when I started working with my friends that was training to be mechanics, I liked cars before this but after this job my passion started to grow. I was soon under the bonnet of my car and learning how it works and started being able to fix it myself when things went wrong. It taught me that you can appreciate any car as long as you love it and you know the work that you put into it. As they say its not what you drive, but how you drive
For me it started out with my dad, he was in the market for a new truck and told me (11 at the time) to jokingly find out which was best for him, found it, bought it, still have it and to this day love driving that RAM no matter where I am.
My love of cars was inherited from my Dad. I grew up going to car shows every weekend. What started as a passion for old muscle cars became a passion for cars of all kinds. What really fueled my passion though was my Dad’s 1964.5 Mustang which he did a full resto-mod project on. I spent many days working with my Dad in the garage, going to car shows, and cruising around town in this old Mustang.
My granddads Volvo 850 T5, that 5-cyl turbo growl was the most savage sound I’ve ever heard. I remember we spend a whole day just around, spending almost a full tank and cheep as he is; he never mentioned mpg or the cost of owning it.
I guess that stuck with me and my journey began.
Feel time: My first car was a 1996 Volvo 850R, when I surprised him at home he went into the driver seat and didn’t say a word.
After a solid 15 minutes he asked if we could drive around like we used to.