What got you guys interested in cars?
For me it wasn't this:
A few years ago, I took a trip to London. Short trip; 5 days; over Thanksgiving weekend (don't ask why). On day 3, we happened upon the Mclaren dealership bordering Hyde Park. Hey, let's check it out, I say. Sure, why not, my folks say. Nose almost pressed up against the glass, my dad thinks it would be a good idea to get a bit closer. Yeah, no problem, I say. So, just like at your average Volvo dealership, my brother and I walk right in. Hmm, one car, one desk, very clean place. Well, I guess there's only one car to "get closer to". Walk up, my brother sits down in the left passenger seat. What an odd layout, I think, with that center seat; let me try that seat. So I amble around to the other side, get one hand on the raised door, one foot halfway between the floor and the door sill, when some rather polite, well-dressed employee kindly tells me "I'm sorry, but only serious customers are allowed to touch the car."
So my brother clumsily gets out, having never been in a bucket seat of any kind before. We check out the fitted luggage set; check out the rear (I swear, I need photos to remind me what it looks like), and then amble our way back out, not at all disappointed. As soon as the door is closed, the same employee is there with a cloth, cleaning our grubby prints off the carbonfibre. Hmh, I think, at least I got a spec booklet (still have it). And that wasn't what got me into cars. My brother sat in an effin' MCLAREN (and, uh, I almost did), but cars had no more meaning to me than a school textbook.
What got me into cars was my first new car: 1997 Subaru Outback Sport. An Impreza wagon with near-Outback ride height. The clutch went bad (poor driving), and then bad again...and again...and again...over just 6 months. Sure, the first one was my fault, but the rest were due to an improperly lined-up-and-then-warped pressure plate (I think; maybe it was the flywheel). Such was the frustration that it drove me to learn about how cars worked. That led to a fascination with engines. Which led to a fascination with powerful engines. Which led full circle back to Subaru, having "discovered" the WRC circuit, and my first driver's car, the Subaru Impreza 2.5RS...which was totalled in 11 months by a overdrugged imbecile...which led to my current WRX. And yes, I busted that one, too. First gear synchro; a problem many new WRX owners seem to have. It's just too much fun.
For me it wasn't this:
A few years ago, I took a trip to London. Short trip; 5 days; over Thanksgiving weekend (don't ask why). On day 3, we happened upon the Mclaren dealership bordering Hyde Park. Hey, let's check it out, I say. Sure, why not, my folks say. Nose almost pressed up against the glass, my dad thinks it would be a good idea to get a bit closer. Yeah, no problem, I say. So, just like at your average Volvo dealership, my brother and I walk right in. Hmm, one car, one desk, very clean place. Well, I guess there's only one car to "get closer to". Walk up, my brother sits down in the left passenger seat. What an odd layout, I think, with that center seat; let me try that seat. So I amble around to the other side, get one hand on the raised door, one foot halfway between the floor and the door sill, when some rather polite, well-dressed employee kindly tells me "I'm sorry, but only serious customers are allowed to touch the car."
So my brother clumsily gets out, having never been in a bucket seat of any kind before. We check out the fitted luggage set; check out the rear (I swear, I need photos to remind me what it looks like), and then amble our way back out, not at all disappointed. As soon as the door is closed, the same employee is there with a cloth, cleaning our grubby prints off the carbonfibre. Hmh, I think, at least I got a spec booklet (still have it). And that wasn't what got me into cars. My brother sat in an effin' MCLAREN (and, uh, I almost did), but cars had no more meaning to me than a school textbook.
What got me into cars was my first new car: 1997 Subaru Outback Sport. An Impreza wagon with near-Outback ride height. The clutch went bad (poor driving), and then bad again...and again...and again...over just 6 months. Sure, the first one was my fault, but the rest were due to an improperly lined-up-and-then-warped pressure plate (I think; maybe it was the flywheel). Such was the frustration that it drove me to learn about how cars worked. That led to a fascination with engines. Which led to a fascination with powerful engines. Which led full circle back to Subaru, having "discovered" the WRC circuit, and my first driver's car, the Subaru Impreza 2.5RS...which was totalled in 11 months by a overdrugged imbecile...which led to my current WRX. And yes, I busted that one, too. First gear synchro; a problem many new WRX owners seem to have. It's just too much fun.
oh and I always used to watch F1 even though I didnt have a clue about what was going on mostly. And the naming of every car that passes by thing well I still do that now while IM driving "Look A SKYLINE!" I will say and then almost crash into it 
It was my brother really, he's always been really into cars, and he got me interested.
My grandpa may have helped too, he's big on cars, he owns a 1928 Ford Model A, and a 1923 Model T Convertible.
Where does your Uncle Work for :ford:? What happened to your F1 Books Y2 Tuscan.
