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May. 23rd, 2012 07:48 amKids these days... I am not really a fan of a lot of the tuners out there. I have lawn mowers that sound like they have more power and presence than some of the tinny, high pitched gurgly little tuner cars out there.
My automotive background did begin with some interest in stock car racing and drag racing. For the most part, there's been two cars that have been my focus: the 1969 Camaro and, later, the 1978 Lamborghini Countach. My favorite configuration for the Camaro is to set it up for Trans Am racing: wide tires, suspension tweaked so it can turn corners, and so on.
Back in elementary school, I had a subscription to Car Craft. I also had many issues of Hot Rod, CARtoons, Super Stock, and a number of others. I read and re-read every one of my dad's Road & Track magazines. I think I had a subscription to that at one point, but I'm not sure.
In elementary school, I hung around a garage, drawn there by the owner Fran's pro stock 1969 Camaro, named "Obsession". It didn't hurt that Fran also owned a pro street 1969 Camaro called "Procrastination" or the restoration-in-progress and (I think) unnamed (big surprise here) 1969 Camaro. I helped out, handed out tools, did some stuff around the shop, and some time in late elementary to early junior high, I stayed late at AutoCraft to help them tear down the engine of an early sixties Corvette. Another time, I biked a dozen or so miles to a car show. When I went to high school, the intention was that I would be in the automotive program.
So you figure with that kind of background my cars would be muscle cars or sports cars, right?
My first car was a gift from my parents, a 1976 Dodge Aspen. To say it had issues was putting it mildly. I never owned it, but I did drive the Mercury Marquis. Next up was my parents 1991 Ford Taurus. When we moved down to Pennsylvania, Deb bought a 1982 Chevrolet Citation from her stepmother. I did all the work on that car except for inspections and the water pump. Rebuilt the carburetor on it, even. I think that's when my parents got a minivan, and they gifted us with the Taurus, later named Bessie. When my grandfather died in 2001, my grandmother gifted me with the 1998 Ford Contour, almost never called by its name Mithril.
When Bessie was ailing, we looked into something safer, more stable to cart the kids around and get back and forth. The car would be Deb's, so I mostly kept out of the decision making. She picked out a 2006 Subaru Forester. It was ~ still is ~ the only car I've bought new. I drove it at times, when the Contour was in the shop or when it was snowy. Loved the handling on that, and she often wondered why I didn't drive it more. Partially, it was because I figured the more I drove the newer, better car, the more I'd want to keep driving it, and partially it was because even though I liked lots about the Forester, I wasn't too into the whole wagony SUV thing. Well, I kind of had already picked out my new car, a 2005 Subaru Legacy GT Limited. It just never got to the point where we could afford to get a new car.
A key point, to me, about the Subaru was the all wheel drive. It handled beautifully in all weather situations. It also kind of spoiled me. I'm not sure I could bring myself to buy a vehicle without AWD. Although this does rule out the Camaro and the Countach, it does still leave open the possibility of a Gallardo or MurciƩlago sometime down the road...
So that's the history...
I'm very appreciative of all the gifted cars ~ wouldn't have been able to get around without them ~ but, at the same time, I've never had a chance to choose my own car.
Until now...
My automotive background did begin with some interest in stock car racing and drag racing. For the most part, there's been two cars that have been my focus: the 1969 Camaro and, later, the 1978 Lamborghini Countach. My favorite configuration for the Camaro is to set it up for Trans Am racing: wide tires, suspension tweaked so it can turn corners, and so on.
Back in elementary school, I had a subscription to Car Craft. I also had many issues of Hot Rod, CARtoons, Super Stock, and a number of others. I read and re-read every one of my dad's Road & Track magazines. I think I had a subscription to that at one point, but I'm not sure.
In elementary school, I hung around a garage, drawn there by the owner Fran's pro stock 1969 Camaro, named "Obsession". It didn't hurt that Fran also owned a pro street 1969 Camaro called "Procrastination" or the restoration-in-progress and (I think) unnamed (big surprise here) 1969 Camaro. I helped out, handed out tools, did some stuff around the shop, and some time in late elementary to early junior high, I stayed late at AutoCraft to help them tear down the engine of an early sixties Corvette. Another time, I biked a dozen or so miles to a car show. When I went to high school, the intention was that I would be in the automotive program.
So you figure with that kind of background my cars would be muscle cars or sports cars, right?
My first car was a gift from my parents, a 1976 Dodge Aspen. To say it had issues was putting it mildly. I never owned it, but I did drive the Mercury Marquis. Next up was my parents 1991 Ford Taurus. When we moved down to Pennsylvania, Deb bought a 1982 Chevrolet Citation from her stepmother. I did all the work on that car except for inspections and the water pump. Rebuilt the carburetor on it, even. I think that's when my parents got a minivan, and they gifted us with the Taurus, later named Bessie. When my grandfather died in 2001, my grandmother gifted me with the 1998 Ford Contour, almost never called by its name Mithril.
When Bessie was ailing, we looked into something safer, more stable to cart the kids around and get back and forth. The car would be Deb's, so I mostly kept out of the decision making. She picked out a 2006 Subaru Forester. It was ~ still is ~ the only car I've bought new. I drove it at times, when the Contour was in the shop or when it was snowy. Loved the handling on that, and she often wondered why I didn't drive it more. Partially, it was because I figured the more I drove the newer, better car, the more I'd want to keep driving it, and partially it was because even though I liked lots about the Forester, I wasn't too into the whole wagony SUV thing. Well, I kind of had already picked out my new car, a 2005 Subaru Legacy GT Limited. It just never got to the point where we could afford to get a new car.
A key point, to me, about the Subaru was the all wheel drive. It handled beautifully in all weather situations. It also kind of spoiled me. I'm not sure I could bring myself to buy a vehicle without AWD. Although this does rule out the Camaro and the Countach, it does still leave open the possibility of a Gallardo or MurciƩlago sometime down the road...
So that's the history...
I'm very appreciative of all the gifted cars ~ wouldn't have been able to get around without them ~ but, at the same time, I've never had a chance to choose my own car.
Until now...