Momma don't let your kids grow up to be gear heads. When were the signs obvious?

I don't have any kids. For me, I was into cars as soon as I could walk. I'd look at dad's Model A and day dream. Now it's my car and I get to have my own fun with it.

 

My dad used to read Stock Car and Circle Track magazines to me when I was a baby, he said it stopped me from crying. Plus with Geer as a last name I was doomed right from the start!

 

My first drive - Age 2

 

My first drive aged 2


And then at 12

 

One of the fun rides - yea, a little loud. His parents told me recently that they were in town and a tow truck was loading up a car. They needed to leave and he threw a fit because he wanted to see the whole operation

 

When I was three years old Dad bought me a little toy car. My parents said I quit playing with all my other toys after that. They said I would look at magazines and study the pages with car ads. By five I could tell the year and make of any car on the road. While Dad did not do it for a living, he was a good mechanic. He taught me and younger my brothers how to use tools and work on cars. My daughters were around racing at an early age because I am a techman for NHRA. My 21 month old grandson is already ate up with cars.

Here's a picture of him when he was only 6 months old showing an interest in engines.

 

Started w/ my Pop Pop bringing me Matchbox and Hot Wheel cars when I could first get my hands to work. When I was 6 or 7, he gave me my first gokart that he'd picked up at a Tag Sale. I must give all the credit to him.

 

My son started before he was walking.......

I remember working under my 63 Dodge 880 in the driveway on car ramps and here he comes under the car, in his walker!?

He's now 25 and is hooked, he's now shifted to imports, I brought him up better than that!

 

my son just turned 2. thanks to hot rods and the handy manny race car episode he now uses his manny tool to "work" on his sister's electic motorcycle and tonight he turned over his scooter car to work on it before bet. that's my boy!

 

Hey goose-em what town did you live by? Anyways my parents found out when I tried hotrodding, and customizing my powerwheel when I was 3.

 

I was also doomed growing up into a gearhead family, My dad knew it was hopeless when he couldn't have anything mechanical or electrical in the house, without it being dismantled. remember those cassette tape players that had the single speaker? expensive in the 70's, i took apart everyone he had to see how it worked, was born into a family with junk cars in the yard and a garage almost as big as the house. One of my earliest memories was my dad and one of my uncles nailing huge planks between maple trees to pull engines in the yard. He's a gearhead, my uncles were gearheads, my cousins were gearheads, it's hopeless

 

When I wore jeans, a black T shirt and drove(rode) my tricycle to the corner store instead of just walking there.

 

my great grandpa was a hot rodder, my grandpa and dad are hot rodders, hell i didnt have a chance. they all knew the day they found out i was a boy.

 

I was conceived in the back of my dads 70 amx! Still have the car, but I burnt the carpet! Dad always said I should be a porn star, but I spent to much time just jackin around.........

 

started for me about age 3 -looking through my old mans hot rod magazines-then came hot wheels and by age 6 i was in the shop fetching tools and holding a drop light for my grand father-learned to drive at age 8 got my first car at age 12

 

I guess this is when it started for me.



I loved Corvettes because my old man had two of em. I knew the year of each Vette I saw on the road. Had to buy every Vette Hot Wheel I saw at the store. Now my oldest son has all those old Hot Wheel cars and about 200 more of his own. He knows the names of each of em too. Its in our blood.

 

My youngest son has since his first toy. Now hes 10 and still would rather play with cars than video games. Goes to almost every show and cruise with me and loves cruisin!

 

I grew up loving cars, even though nobody in my family was a gearhead. Hung out at the neighbor's garage every chance I got from around 8 yrs. old. My oldest son is the gearhead of my kids. I remember him sliding under my '55 Chevy beside me when he was still in diapers. He just always wanted to be part of anything going on with cars.

 

Here is a tip don't let your daughter hang out with your greaser friends

 

my son is now 19 months old and he already loves anything cars.. nonthing better than stepping on a hotwheel half asleep at 5 am barefooted lol his first word was cars

 

My daughter went to the mile-high nationals when my wife was 7 months pregnant.

 

Gotta start em young

 

Before I was born. My dad hauled my mom around on the back of his race prepped Norton International when she was pregnant with me. Doomed from day one...

 

My dad had a bright yellow chrysler convertible that i loved. He told me that when i was little i would sneak in the garage and crawl under the car cover and pretend driving it. My 19 month old daughter got a little car for christmas and thats all she plays with. I am so proud!

 

six yo in '69 seems to be my earliest memories of getting locked in:

* a boatload of hot wheels and carrying case for Xmas

* Dad was travelling for work alot and when my sister and I would ask him to bring us home something, he'd usually bring me a model car

* And my most vivid indicator: Dad came home from work to announce to mom he had sold 'it'. Being a nosy kid I had to ask a number of times what did he sell? When he announced that he sold the family car - a '64 2dr Impala HT, 327, in turquois. I came unglued and wailed and cryed and begged and pleaded for him to go get it back. This went on for about 30 minutes. I could not be consoled. At six, I vowed to have my own '64 Impala, and I did. I remembered that day until I bought my first car: a '64 Impala convertible in metallic silver blue with a white top. I roamed small towns in NDakota looking for a '64 Impala to buy. This story still gets told at everyother family gathering...

 

Mine must have started at conception. I have always been a gearhead and am proud of it. My oldest son can't hold a screwdriver. My middle son has finally started acting like a gearhead. Of course, he's 15 and thinks he will be driving my 59 Ranchero. My youngest (8) doesn't care, as long as he is riding in something.

 

Maybe 3 or 4 years old when I got the "bug". I was always interested in early "skinny-fender" cars when I was young.

 

I started out when I was about 10 or 11, building models, reading the Little Pages. Started building my Model A with a 331 Hemi @ 15. I've had my son involved since he was old enough to hang with me. Tomorrow, I, my son, and his one year old son are heading out bright and early to my grandson's first swapmeet. Can't get 'em started too soon.

 

My mom knew there was a problem when at 5 years old I took the play tool kit I got for Christmas and started disassembling my pedal car because I wanted to "make it better".

 

My dad was never a car guy, he was an airplane guy. This is how I gained mechanical skills as a young man working with him at the airport. When I was 15 I sold a Harley Davidson Servi Car and used the money to buy a '56 Chevy two door sedan from my older brother's friend. It came with a 265 that I had to put in. I was impatient and couldn't wait to hear my JC Whitney open headers so I proped the engine up on wood blocks and installed a Vetex mag along with a battery on the floor with jumper cables and proceeded to start it up squirting gas into the carburetor with a turkey baster. I lucked out on the timing and it started. I was stoked but my mom was upstairs in her bedroom above the garage and she freaked.
It wasn't the first time mom had to come running to investigate an unusual occurrence nor was it the last.