I'm sure most of us have had some experiences from when we were young, that only helped to reinforce our love of cars. This is one of mine. It certainly isn't the only one...I have many. But it's one of the more fun-filled, and closest to my heart. I'd enjoy hearing those memories which you hold dear, and consider important to your becoming a car nut. In the early '60s, my late father had a new 2 1/2 car garage built, and parked his gold '57 Plymouth in there...facing out. He had bought a newer car, and the Plymouth sat there for at least 2-3 years. I remember sitting in that car many times, playing with the two-toned steering-wheel and the chrome snub-nosed bullet-shaped dash-knobs. One summer day, he had his best friend Leo come over. Leo was a good mechanic, and the plan was to pump up the tires and get the car running in order to get it out of the garage, and sell it...junk it...I'm not sure. Anyway, I remember that car starting up for the first time in so long...roaring to life through the rusted-away exhaust, and thought it was so cool. But what was even cooler, was when he pulled 'er out. Even though the garage had been built a few years earlier, for some reason, the gravel driveway immediately outside of the garage had still not been built up to the level of the cement floor. That was one thick floor, and was actually 10"-12" above the driveway. Us kids were all watching as Dad revved up the engine, and shifted into Drive. He hit the gas, and peeled out of the garage, squealing the tires, and flying off the front end of that raised floor, and onto the gravel driveway...tires still spinning as he slid the car into the side yard. All us kids laughed loudly with joy at seeing our father...not a "wild-man" by any means, (as far as his children knew) and a responsible husband and father of ten, show such a display of bad-boy abandonment. So cool. The mood was quickly cooled by my mother though, who upon witnessing this raucous behavior, yelled at Dad, "Ron!...You didn't have to do that!" My brothers and I speak of it from time to time even now...over forty years later. Hee-hee. BTW...That's him in my avatar...my dad in 1956..."barnstorming" atop his '32 Ford 2-door, and his buddy's '32 coupe. That sedan is the car he dated my mom in...a year before I was born.