I grew up not knowing the difference between a V6 and a V8.
Cars were a mystery to me. Motor oil could have been the same thing as cooking oil right up until my 16th birthday.
Then I caught the bug. We all get it. A nasty incurable fever known as, “First-car-itis”.
I wanted a car in the worst possible way. I knew that if I just grabbed my hands on every magazine, book and repair manual I could find, that first car would become mine for a long, long time.
I didn’t expect a steep learning curve.