When were you bitten by the car bug??

It was 1955 and my Dad had just retired from the Marines and they moved back to the small S W Ga. town where all my mom's relatives lived, and he got a job as parts man at the local little Pontiac dealership. They bought a new 55 and we went to Fl. to pick it up. I was riding back with Mom on a two lane as there was no Interstate. She said " lets open her up and see what she can do". I looked over at the speedo and it read 100 or so. I thought COOL! or was it neat in '55?
I learned to steer that car sitting on her lap at about age 8 or 9 on back dirt roads.
Old cars have soul.