As a little boy we were a horse riding family. Just a good game plan to mix and mingle with the upper middle class boozing crowd.
Me, I was always into things made of steel. I made my own go-cart from bits in the shed at age 11 and had a motorbike, a car and a truck by 13.
Mom wasn't terribly happy at the time but it turned out to be a good thing to be a car guy. Thinking about it; my grandmother was a car person. She had all sorts of impressive cars, maybe the DNA came from her.
When I say car, this is what I meant by car.
