It started when I was about three. My father had the 86 trans am, and would take me out for rides and take my mother and I on trips in it. He had a daily driver which was a 1978 Cutlass. I would go under the car as a small three year old and change the oil filter.After that i would climb up the hood and run on top of the car with my parents chasing me because I was trekking oil all over the baize paint Ever since that time I've always wanted to own a car and work on it. I must have at least 2000 hotwheels cars in my closet somewhere. Used to pretend I would be driving those cars(you know the good hotwheels that were made out of metal) Now,it's more realistic and involves a lot of annoying, but enlivening experiences working on my first car; that same 86 Trans Am.
1986 Trans am
1969 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am Ram Air IV
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