’d say that most of us car guys were born with the fueled gene—I think it’s somewhat of a rarity to acquire the taste for these old gas-guzzling fossils we love so, though it does happen. However, it all depends on family circumstances, among other things, as to when exactly that gene permeates our DNA to the point of becoming a full-fledged hobbyist.
For me, with just the NASCAR and NHRA drag racing influence I received from my dad taking me to the races (he was a car guy, just not into collecting anything specific), my fascination with hot rods and the like began at an early age when I started building plastic models in elementary school. It wasn’t till my freshman year in high school, the year before I was legally licensed to drive, that my dad bought me my first car, a 1969 Volkswagen Fastback—and that’s when the gene fully took over.