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I think I was born with Esso in my veins (back then it was Esso). Uncle had a gas station and worked there from 10 years till he sold it. By the time I was 8 I could identify the parts of a torn down V8. I love the sounds, the smells, the looks of almost all cars. Nothing better than the smell in a car museum. I appreciate a clean car regardless if make. Started going to race tracks at 5 and have never stopped. I've restored them, raced them, modified them, repaired them and crashed them. My wife says she'll never worry about 2 legs but 4 wheels.
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