Or if you prefer "enthusiast." I'm starting to think its because my mom was so into horses. I feel like my Charger is my warhorse, the gal I ride into battle (or the commute), that I can rely upon and work with to overcome obstacles (like flying ladders going over the Altamont on 580) or to help soothe my nerves when nothing but a ride/drive will do. She doesn't mind my daughter or my husband, heck she lulls them to sleep with the purring rumble/roar of the engine. She makes lesser cars/drivers take a step back in sheer awe and fear. Those that know what she is, love her. Those that don't, well she shrugs them off like flies. I don't honestly care what others think of her, I'm just happy she's mine and I get to drive her now and then. So there, that's my car nuttiness. Wanna share yours? :bye:
My dad put a wrench in my hand at age 5 as I was insistent on helping him with an oil change. After that, I used to hang out with my Great Uncle at his Gas Station/Repair Shop in the afternoons and weekends. My Great Uncle still is, to this day, a car nut. He has been restoring and building hot rods since the early 50's. Uncle John will be 87 this coming year and is currently finishing up a Merc and his pride and joy, a 1926 Chrysler. I love cars!
I love thrust and horsepower! Not to mention some nookie nookie http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Jlv8F9cerA&feature=related
heheh For me, I guess it may have really started when I was very young, and had a hobby of determining the make/model of cars by looking at their tail lights. I didn't know much about the brands, but I knew that light X belonged to car Y at the time. I always had a fascination with cars and I do now as well - probably more than ever before. One of my most vivid memories and what really hooked me on American muscle (even way before I ever moved here) was an article in a Danish magazine about a green Dodge Viper RT/10. I mean I was in love at first sight!! I never imagined I'd be living over here, and certainly not having a car that could qualify as being near "super" car territory. The MSRT and RT are not Vipers for sure, but they're not soccer mom cars either...lol I love driving, and now with my job change last year I drive a lot more. My daily driver is the MSRT so there'll be plenty of miles coming up for her. Its presence is incredible. Everyone who knows what it is, drops the jaw on the floor when they pass by. People that don't know, just don't "get it" so I follow you there, T. I have owned "only" five cars so far, four of them Mopars. I've loved all four. The fifth was a G35x which was by all accounts a fantastic machine, but not for me. Didn't fit me well, figuratively and literally (6'4"). Now the dilemma is if I should keep the R/T or SRT forever.... the SRT has nearly 30k more on the clock, and the RT is in better condition for sure... but the SRT is an SRT and fully optioned.... Both are paid off so that's not a deciding factor....ugh... I need a third job so I can have a third car to beat on Anyway... I don't think my love for cars will ever go away. It's a healthy hobby to have and while your significant other can beg you to just shut up about it, you carry on, because it's what makes you tick and makes you happy so deal with it
It began early on, i was fascinated with anything with wheels...I had a group of friends and we would all mix and match bike parts along with aftermarket crap. Then moved to three wheelers, then dirt biks, then four wheeler, then finally vehicles. Trucks, cars, street bikes...whatever. I appreciate a fine paint job, a clean line, torque to snap your neck, and enough horses to pull up to 200 MPH...cars are a big part of our lives, it's odd to me that most people don't know diddly about what they drive.
Cool, I was worried no one would respond! Yeah, I like guessing what a car is from a long ways off too and started doing that when I was little. I still remember the first matchbox/hotwheels car that I really liked because it ALWAYS rolled straight, and it was a BMW. LOL My only BMW, but I stil remember laying on the kitchen floor trying to rescue it from under the fridge after a particularly good run from the living room. My mom was always nuts about horses, but I always had a hard time with the "taking charge" part of riding an animal so much bigger than me, so I never got into it. Still, I love the animals, so it was kind of cool when I got my Charger. It isn't a pony, its a warhorse! I also spent time helping my step-dad (otherwise a complete a-hole but amazing mechanical skills) working on cars and trucks and talking about cars he'd worked on and how he'd always wanted a maserati. For reference, this was in middle-of-nowhere backwoods TN and I never heard a Maserati mentioned again until I moved out here almost a decade ago. But yeah, between Mom's horse thing, and driving us back and forth up I-65 between Tuscaloosa and Nashville and Louisville in a beat-to-hell little Chevy Chevette stick-shift and helping out in the garage, I got the bug for cars and especially for driving. I'm just looking forward to passing it on to Madeline.
Everyone blames my dr that delivered me...apparently the first words i heard out of the whom was "Jeep Grand Cherokee". I followed that in my younger years by demanding matchbox cars everytime we went anywhere...even playing with them in chuch lol. I had a mat thing that looked like a city with roads and stuff..and also one of those fold open box things that was a storage box and a like road/parking lot garage sorta thing. Also, i used to play on the tiles in my dining room cause the pattern looks like a roadway with the yellow lines lol. I loved the emergency vehicles. Had about 500 of them. I used to hit other matchbox cars with a hammer...then send the emergency vehicles to the "crash". So yeah i was always "different" LOL
I have always loved cars and have owned over 300 in my life. Lots of 55-56-57 chevys and had most every year from 1954 up. Still love cars and have 23 currently! (And as you all know FOUR are Dodge Magnums). The OLDEST car I had was a 1948 Chevy coupe. Would have to say my all time FAVORITE was my 1968 Z/28 Camaro; I'd trade my SRT for ONE in a heartbeat!!!
My dad worked for Shelby when he was in a hanger at LAX, then went to Datsun and spent his entire career at Nissan Motorsports. He raced everything from baja trucks in MX to GT cars in EU/JAP. Hard not to be into cars in his house lol. Somehow I didn't catch his Yankee/Laker genes tho (thank gawd!!).
Goes 0-60 in under 5 seconds lol. Where to start? Every X-mas it was always a car under the paper. A pontiac fierro that I pretend was a ferrari testarossa or a firetruck. Then being Hispanic it was lowridders, glad that went away by ten, then came hotwheels. Can't forget about my red corvette power wheel that I sprayed painted white and got grounded for, but it was worth it. Then model cars started with snap together advanced to glue ones. Lol And now the real deal making cars of the past the present and making cars intended to go fast go faster. Nothing like the adrenaline rushing through the body when that 1st light on that tree turns yellow.
My dad tells me a story about when I was about one, couldn´t even stand, he took me to my grandparents, a five hour drive and I was standing in the back seat of his BMW 2002 TII (Todays ecqivilent would be M3) and making wrooom noices for every pass, when arrived I crawled to the other end of the backseat and saying "ride more..." From that point I guess its just been going downhill, love driving everything! Fredrik:baby:
Yeah, my step-dad would "coast" down this hilly road which was mostly just a curving mile long downgrade by taking the engine out of gear and turning it off, so it was just the sound of the wind through the windows and the tires on the pavement. Mind you this was a two lane blacktop and we were rolling in a 1.5 ton flatbed 60s-era maybe Ford truck named Betsy that had two or three layers of paint and all of them different colors and peeling. That and I have a "my parents told me this one" story. When I was a tiny tot, maybe a year or so old, my mom would tool around Tuscaloosa on a ten-speed bike, with me facing backwards in a child's seat she had mounted behind her seat. She wondered if I was okay, because I didn't make a sound. One day she took a downhill patch a bit fast and I said "Whee!" After that she wasn't too worried. The more I think about it, the more its only natural I like cars and going fast. That and man, my folks were nuts. :blink:
OK maybe I am strange, But I can't really explain why I am a car nut. Started out playing with hotwheels, Go Kart when I turned 5. 3 wheelers, 4 wheelers, Then Cars and Trucks. Just anything to go faster. And I am starting my kids off now to. They both love to play need for speed. But they really like crashing and running from the COPS on the game. I may be in trouble with that 1. Wow, did not realize this was only my 2nd post.
It's ok, I used to love playing GTA and trying to get the SWAT team chasing me. And I became a LEO lol. Gotta know the enemy
i have been fascinated with cars since i was little....... collected hot wheels and loved to race my cars on the tracks i would make. i remember when i was in grade school sitting on this oriental rug my parents had in their room and pretending to race my hot wheels around the "track" that was part of the rugs design. as i got old enough to drive, i bought a car, wrenched on that and never turned back. i had a lull for a few years in the 90's when i was driving bmw's and never wrenched on them. when i bought the charger, that "car guy" enthusiasm came back and i am obsessed once again!!
