I can't remember when I wasn't working on cars! My dad was a master sgt. in the "Thin Red Line" as a mechanic during wwII and when he started his own masonry business he did his own wrenching. I can't remember a saturday in my childhood I didn't spend in my dad's shop rebuilding or fixing something. I owned my own car by the time I was 10 due to Dads love of picking up $100.00 cars, cleaning them up and selling them. That car was a 1949 chevy panel wagon, six cylinder 3 speed. I wish I had it now! First car I bought when I was sixteen was a 1965 Barracuda 273 comando automatic that was only five years old at the time. It's just been crazy ever since.