My dad wasn't into cars and since I had no older brothers there wasn't much influence on me other than my uncles who had both been mechanics during their lives. I remember wanting a 57 Belair when I was ten, and my family says I started bugging my uncle to give me his 51 Chevy pickup when I was five.
At 13 I got a ride in my football coach's 68 SS-RS 396 Camaro and that was all it took to make me a Camaro-man for life. That was 25 years ago, and now I'm drawing my 18 year old stepson into the same addiction.
