I probably gleaned my interest from my dad's Birt cars and BMWs.

But my personal infatuation with cars started when a teen down the road bought this really wild car. You see the dealer was having trouble moving these cars, and he got a good deal. It had a pointy nose, and a giant wing. I was a young kid. I had no clue what it was. But I knew it was wild!

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Then there was that ride in a Pantera back in '72.

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And we'll just gloss over riding with my oldest brother in a Seat 124 (Think Spanish Fiat). The jaunt in a 289 Cobra, another neighbor's Mini Cooper. (My dad was in the USAF. We moved a lot.) The real capitulization was my sister's boyfriend’s '74 455 SD T/A. That car really put me over the edge.

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Over the subsequent years I had MGs, Datsuns, Ponchos, Mustangs, and more. The Porsche is just the latest.

Well i love that trans am. Which reminds me, smokey and the bandit is what me really get into cars when i was younger. But my porsche was my first DIY wrench car. But i forgot to mention about my obession, i have my email where my pelican board replies go, sent directly to my work blackberry, so i can even read subscribed replies on the road or anywhere else.

1963 when we went down to the dealer to pick up my father's new Ford Galaxy 500 station-wagon. I got a pamphlet on a Galaxy coupe with factory headers and triple deuces on a 406 and I was hooked.

Porsches have run in the family.... First ride in my uncles brand new euro 74 Carrera when I was about 5. I remember sitting in the back seat and sound of the engine was true music. Dad bought 82 Targa in 83. Sold it after I turned 16 and "borrowed" it when parents were in Hawaii. No risky business story but I did manage to get one hell of a ticket.

These days my uncle has a euro 81 coupe, Dad has a 99 Carrera, my cousin has a 79 930 with a Ruf CTR motor and 5 speed and my other cousin has 96 twin turbo. I enjoy my 86 Carrera, the car I dreamed of in high school. I still remember the Road & Track article on the "new" Carrera in 84 with the red coupe on the cover.

First car I bought was the Aston Martin DB4, which I sold two or three months ago. I bought it for nuthin when I was 17, that was 36 years ago. It was a piece of junk when I bought it as I bought it from a British Colonel in England, he bought it from a tribal cheiftain in Sudan, North Africa. It was terribly sand blasted and the leather was like dried cardboard.

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this kombi was actually a dark teal blue/green. not sure what happened to the color in the pic. i had a bug before this. and a 67 camero. i should have kept the camero! i have always liked tinkering with cars, but i'm definetly not a "mechanic". some of the projects you guys do on your cars is amazing!

My mother always talked about how her uncle had a Karman Ghia back in the mid 60's. We never had mcuh on cars. My experinces with cars was changing the tranny on our old ford falcon station wagon in a snow back when I was 17.

My folks were poor, and I had to get to work.

Needless to say, it wasn't the most pleasant thing Id ever done.

I went till I was 25, not being interested in cars. When my coworker dragged me to the track. We autocrossed his fox body. I bought a 70 3 months later for 7 G's.

It was a complete mess, Engine was shot. I couldn't afford the engine and that was before this type of board. I had crappy compression, so I put it back together and sold it for 8 grand to a kid that "had" to have a 911.

Honestly that was prolly best. It was a real mess. Rust everywhere. Maaco paint job.

I'd been getting my ass handed to me at the autocross by a 914. So I waited and about 3 years later, bought one off ebay.

Another basket case. And I didn't fit in it. Way small for the likes to me.

So I sold it to a redneck outa idaho, and used the cash to buy a boob job for the now x wife.

Now she has been gone for 5 months, still recovering financially, and I'm looking over the game again. I'm considering a Bug.

Or maybe even a Karman Ghia like my Mom use to talk about.

Da#mn, Just da#mn! Traded a pcar for the wife's boob job, then the boobs up and walk out! Da#mn!

Do you at least have pics?

When I was a child my mother brought home groceries in a cardboard box, I used a crayon to draw gages/instruments/steering wheel inside the front, used a knife from the kitchen to cut a opening door in the side of the box. Would use my arms/hands to push myself along our linoleum floors. I was probably 5 or 6 years old.

Later on, my older cousins got cars, they read car magazines, they let me also read them. Anything mechanical fascinated me.

Some guys, a few streets over, had a car club. Aluminum plaques in their back windows (1950's). We kids, hung around, admiring their old Mercs. Fords, Model A's, the sounds of those engines.

There was a street that was a long hill that we kids would skate-board down.
Warm summer nights (about 1960-'61)...about the same time, every evening we would hear this black (primered), 1940 Ford, approaching the intersection at the top of that hill. Rumbling, deep sound ...the driver in his twenties hunched over the steering wheel, a cigarette ALWAYS dangling from his lips.
As he stopped at the cross street we kids would yell, "BURN EM! BURN EM!!"

He always stopped, looked both ways ...would roll completely through the intersection and just as we though he was not going to heed our cries ... that engine would roar and he would unleash what to us was the most terrifying, yet delightful sounds as that engine screamed and his tires burned, half a city block length! Then we ran ...arms waving, cheering as his brake lights came on in the distance, as he had to begin stopping for the next stop sign at the end of the block. Two, dark, black marks on that street, mingled with all the others. The smell of tire smoke, so intoxicating to my youthful nostrils.

He never failed to please us, but man he had to have gone through some tires that summer!

Interest Peaked? Nope. Late 50s now and I still love cars ...always will.