When Did You Know You Were Carmosexual?

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There’s a time in every young person’s life when everything changes and you suddenly understand who you’re going to be. At what point did you know you were going to be a car lover?


This question sort of came out of Tuesday’s Commenter of the Day, in which we discussed childhood stories. In it, we determined that there were a variety of factors that could turn you into a car guy or gal: genetics, environment or trauma. Regardless of which one applies to you, at some point in your life something clicked and you knew it, you knew that cars were going to be the one. When was that for you?


Me? I think it was when a friend’s dad picked me up from first grade in his beater 356 convertible. The car was an ongoing restoration project and two of us kids had to sandwich into the passenger seat, but every other day I looked forward to the end of school so I could go for a ride in it. It’s thanks to that 356 that I’m here today.

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I was obviously too young to remember this myself, but my parents tell me that when I was a baby, I would turn my stroller upside down and spin the wheels constantly. My dad was afraid that I was autistic, and even took me to a doctor. Turns out I'm just a gear head.

I even told this story in my college valedictorian speech when I graduated from the Ford ASSET internship program.

As a kid, I never wanted candy or action figures if offered a treat. I always wanted a toy car, and I still have most of my Hot Wheels, Matchbox, and Tomica cars, albeit in much worse condition than when they were new.