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Maybe 10? When I was old enough, I always sat up front with my father. Mon would do Ma things with my little sister in the back. I remember coming home from school one day. I turned dad's side view mirror to see the cars coming from behind so I can help him out on lane changes and call out the cars. This was a time where the right side mirror was just a simple mirror and not a fish eye mirror so he never used it. From that point on, I learned to read traffic and rules of the road. I couldn't wait to drive, even lie about my age in high school to get driver training, making it one step closer to getting my lic. The day I turned 16, dad and I drove to the DMV at 4pm waited in line to get my driving test. It was a different DMV back then. No real lines and much less people in LA compared to today. Driving and reading traffic came natural to me or maybe it was just paying close attention. Used cars came next and it was freedom only when they worked. Learned to fix what's broken and some upgrades to make them faster and or course handle better. From that point, it was all history and here we are today years later. Some of the guys I grew up with playing with cars and went racing had gown out of it year ago, gotten away from it and showed no interest in car whatsoever. I am the only one, got the 911 bug at 30.
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