When were you bitten by the car bug??

Don't know exactly. My dad was the backyard mechanic for the neighborhood. He was one of those guys who could do a lot of things well, and if your car broke down, he was the guy to see. He would go to the junkyard get the part, with me in tow, and replace it. Money usually didn't change hands, it was a couple bottles of home made wine or bushel of fruit from that persons fruit tree, or something bartered. That type of close knit neighborhood. So different cars were around often. I remember being under 10 I could recognize cars year,make,model as we drove down the street and my dad would question me. I don't know what it was but I was crazy about them, and wanted to go to school to be a mechanic from a young age. My dad had a new '58 Olds and my older brothers would take it out and beat the snot out of it with me in the back. Guess that car was my first love, before all those lovely ladies came along :):).