My grandfather was a huge car guy and restored some great Fords.
1937 Ford Half-ton pickup (Won alot of awards for its restoration!)
1947 Ford Woody
1938 Ford (Something)

I fondly remember walking into his garage with the big V8s sitting on engine lifts and all the parts scattered across his basement.

Very, very cool guy. Definitely my #1 reason why I'm into cars today.

 

I love hacking things. Computers, electronics... cars just came naturally after I start learning about something, I want to work on it.

 

Was born that way. Been into cars since I was two. I only wanted to play with toy cars.

 

... Case in point.. I bought a rovio robot. Last weekend I started automating tasks through the built in http interfaces. This week I added LEDs onto the sides of the camera so it can see at night. Eventually it will be part of a home security system and get dispatched to find the intruder when a door is opened during certain hours or when the alarm is activated.

 

I got into cars helping my friends with their projects as a teenager. Before that I was mostly into motorcycles. I was always driving a piece of junk car that needed fixed, so got most of my wrenching experience from that, but once I was driving reliable vehicles I found it was still fun to wrench on them.

 

Spent the summers at my cousins house in Warren. He had a 93 Escort GT, his friend had an RX7 and another had a Grand Prix GT. That pretty much got me into cars.

 

i've always been into cars. my dad was buying me cars to fix as soon as i became a teen.

 

I love cars.Cars is my passion.I'm mad for cars.I like different brands of car.It makes me feel crazy.

 

It was inevidable. My dad hung a picture of a GSXR in my crib at the hospital after I was born, one of my first memories is going out to Nelson to watch SCCA and WERA races when I was probably 3-ish, or younger. Around the same time, my dad taught me how internal combustion engines work, and the difference between two strokes and four strokes. And I could pick out cars like Mazda 323s in traffic. He introduced me to the legends, like Ahsen Yelkin. Anytime someone my family knew needed brakes or oil or something, I'd help my dad fix it. At 9, I got my first bike, a PW80, and I worked on my dad's RS125R. It ran at Suzuka. At 13, my dad went back into motorcycle racing, and I started racing at 14. At 16, my dad gave me my mom's 2002 Elantra GLS. It has a 5 speed. It's more of a bike story, but either way, I'm a racerpunk.