Those of you that had "car dads" are lucky. My dad saw cars as an appliance to take him to where he wanted to go. He bought appliance cars. He talked about working on his cars before I was born, but that was a necessity from lack of money. I never once saw him work on any car.
I used to ride my bicycle over to the BOQ (bachelors officers quarters) where Air Force officers that were unmarried, with officers paychecks, and no rent to pay spent their money on cool cars. I learned to leave my bike many feet from the cars, and hold my hands behind my back, and not get drool on the cars.
Dad gave me an interest free loan of $600 to buy my first car. I had to pay that all back, and I paid for 100% of all costs of my 1960 VW Bug, except insurance, as he did pay the insurance. And I had a free room and board
I learned to work on my cars then. I still use the same ratchet set I bought in 1970 to do my first oil change on my bug. My older brother had learned how, and he showed me a few things. He would have charged me to fix my cars, so I did it myself.
I will never complain about my parents. They were the parents every child deserves.