I'm learning that our stories are similar. There seems to be the influence of a friend or family member who was already addicted ...and the sounds, smells, and sights of the cars!

...and I haven't even mentioned how the car becomes an extension of your personality due to the feeling of power, and the attention of others! I'll never forget giving up my '61 Vette for a Plymouth sedan family car, then felt "incomplete".

...until I bought a '69 Camaro SS ragtop with a 350 4-speed and was mysteriously cured! :-)~