How old were you when you started getting into cars? I gotta say I have been into cars as long as I can remember. Even when I was little I could tell you what kind of cars my neighbors drove. Having a Dad who fixed his own cars and also having two older brothers helped too as they were also into cars. I just always remember cars being a part of my life. We also lived near Detroit Dragway so hearing the cars at night from my room was an influence as well. I took this photo somewhere out west on one of our family vacations. I was probably about 10 years old at the time that I took this picture. This was at some gas station or rest stop along the highway. I gotta say I think I had pretty good taste even at that age- LOL.
I was 14 in 1977 and a buddy and me bought a 1967 Camaro RS/SS with a 327/4 speed for $600.00. We sold it before either one of us could legally drive it.
Sorry, my wife called the cops when she saw a kid out in the yard with a gun. Run and hide. This could be a bad situation.
Can't say for sure. I was born in 1955, my mom once told me that one day, while an infant, I'd been fussing some, so she laid me on the couch in front of the tv. She left the room and didn't hear a peep from me. When she came back into the room she saw me watching a stock car race on tv, totally mesmerized. I'm guessing thats where it started. Then seeing the cars of my youth in the early '60s, a '55 or '56 Ford with a Y block that had a nasty cam, 4 speed & 3 deuces that belonged to my friends' older brother helped implant the bug. Add to that my older sister was pretty and popular, with guys going by our house showing off. I remember a red 55 Chevy with blue tinted windows doing dry hops in front of the house, and her boyfriend Tom who had an early '50s Chevy Kustom. Mix in the Gassers and Fuel Altereds of the early '60s, the muscle cars that came later and its an affliction that I will never get rid of, nor do I want to.
By about 3-4 years old, ('60-'61) I knew I liked mainly two things...girls and cars. It wasn't until years later that I managed to actually "get into" either. They've both given me more heartache, grief...and enjoyment...than I can say.
Well, my first word was "jeep" in reference to dad's CJ7, much to the dismay of my mother. And some of my earliest memories are of dad's Studebaker truck (which is now mine). So I guess you could say I got into these things at a very young age... Posted using my Lil' Orphan Annie Secret Society Decoder Pin
I fell in love with cars when I was 8 or 9 years old. I got my first car, a 65 Mustang when I was 14.
I think it was always there but when I was about 10 this maniac did a 1/4 mile run down our quiet tree lined suburban street in his flamed, jacked-up '57 with open headers and drag slicks, sending every other little kid running for their mommies. I just stood and stared. Apparently it happened a couple of times and was bad enough that the cops were involved and the kid was detained and his parents had to get him out of hot water. I thought it was the baddest-ass machine I'd ever seen.
I can't remember far enough back, but apparently I was working on cars at about the age of 2. I'd let the air out of dad's tires for him when we came into town (I don't think I ever made one flat though). I must have liked the hissing sound? Always liked cars (and semi trucks for awhile too)
Fortunately my Dad moved us to So Sal in 1963 when I was 5. I knew what was what and couldn't tell you if she was a blonde or red head, but I knew what she was driving. I couldn't have been 7 when I first found model cars. $2.50 at the TG&Y. And then at 12 or so, Linda Vaughn set hook at OCIR when she signed my shirt. Still have the fever and my own Linda,(Tammy), who found a Y-block on C/L and told me it would make the 57 easier to get on the road.
My dad was into cars, I think I was born with interest, but really took it seriously around 11 or 12.
Spring of 1953, leaving the Buick dealership in Norwalk, Ct. in Dad's new V8 powered '53 Hardtop. I wasn't 2 1/2 yet, but remember the windows in the dealership, bill of sale is around here, I'll find it and get the correct date. Good car it lasted untill it was replaced with a '61 Ford, I clearly remember looking at the catalog and sales brochure in the diningroom. Dad asked about my color choise for the interior, I picked red, he agreed it would look good with the black exterior. Within a few months of getting the '61 Ford I swapped the floor mats out of it for a like new '32 Ford grille incert. Something a 10 year old had to admit to at dinner time. Turned out the mats were out of the car because he'd replaced them with 4 individual mats. Dad told me he always wanted a '32 3Window. Someday the incert will come off the wall and go on my Roadster. Bob
Here is a picture of my "first car" when I was 8 years old in 1954. My dad built this soap box derby car for me. (I am not in the picture?) I sure wish I had it still!
My first experience with a car was at 3 years old. I watched Dad in the garage working on his midget in 1948. I've lived and breathed cars my whole life.
I was 11. In about October of 1956 my Dad got me an early Christmas present, a 32 Ford 5 window coupe, he paid $25 for it. Every day my buddy and I would sit in it and pour over Hot Rod magazines my pal would borrow from his older Brother and plan how we were going to build that Deuce. But my Dad, thinking he was doing me a favor, sold the Deuce ,without me knowing about it, and on Christmas morning he gave me a 1950 Willys Jeepster instead. I cried because I really liked the 32 better and my Dad was pissed because he felt I was ungrateful. (Dad was NOT a hot rodder, so he simply didn't get it). My Dad died that next March and my Mom got rid of the Jeepster because she was afraid I would hurt myself, driving it around our farm. But she traded a sewing machine for a 30 Model A Fordor to take some of my pain away, which my buddy and I promptly destroyed by chopping the fenders off with a hatchet and some tools I inherited from my Dad. We didn't know what we were doing and ruined a nice little Model A. So I guess I was a hot rodder from about the age of 11 and still am at 68. But I stopped using a hatchet years ago. Don