I didn't grow up loving cars. I didn't have any Hot Wheels or driving games or afternoons spent in the driveway wrenching with my dad. So how did this — all this — happen?
I started looking at cars probably some time around middle school, when the glowering headlights of old muscle cars in my home town started to stick out to me. Things got worse when I got sucked into a months-long quest to identify a Corvair that rumbled around my neighborhood.
How old were you when you started to get into cars?
Photo Credit: Raphael Orlove, the Corvair in question is pictured.
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