I don't know exactly where I got my love for the automobile, but my two brothers and my sister were all into fast muscle cars. My dad was one of those guy that just performed oil changes and brake jobs and general maintenance on his cars. He discouraged hotrodding, but always kept the engine compartment cleaner than the outside of the car. I was always right there when he lifted the hood on the family car. At an early age I was able to tell year, make and model of cars at a glance. My two brothers became professional mechanics and are somewhat younger than me. One is now a service manager at a Honda/Accura dealership. The other brother is now disabled due to a spinal injury sustained while servicing a car at a Mercedes dealership. My sister and I both went to work for the Bell system, now AT&T. She started as a telephone operator and I as a lineman. We both ended our careers as electronic switching technicians. I hotrodded, drag raced and wrenched on cars after hours and weekends and after retiring early at 51, I started a business repairing TV's and installing satellite TV systems. When the TV's started being replaced rather than repaired and satellite systems became pie plates for a dime a dozen, I bought a body shop to continue with my love for cars. Now at 77 I just go out every day and attend to a "to do" list on my cars.
Hope I didn't bore everyone, but that's my story.