Not all car enthusiasts are born equal. Some grew up in a family of race car drivers, and some saved up for years to buy their first jalopy against their strict parents’ wishes. Whatever the case may be, we all arrived here somehow. My question for you is, what made you fall in love with the automobile?
My story is one of initial ambiguity, in that I’m not sure when I really started my love affair with the motor vehicle. I do remember that in the third grade, I would call up friends and we would play a game in which one person would ask the other if they knew about a certain car manufacturer or model. It was a sort of shitty game, and I’m pretty sure most of the makes my non-car loving friends mentioned were just made up, but it served to strengthen my curiosity.
My first car, a 1998 Nissan Maxima, cemented my fanaticism because it was at this point when I could actually go out and tinker on some metal. I changed everything about the car, made it substantially faster, less reliable, louder, and rougher around its curved edges. I joined forums, argued with people and researched how to make my car better every single day. It made me learn about how the internal combustion engine worked, how to adequately put power to the ground, and how to wire a relay without burning my house to the ground.
Now I turn the floor over to you, my lovely, lovely readership. What got you into cars?