For me, my first word was car and I was obsessed with them when I was small. I used to have tons of majsto, hotwheels, matchbox etc cars. My parents told me also that when I was small, I used to ask every visitor if I could see their spare tire
naladude911 wrote:Ever since I was three I could name every make/model that was on the road which is pretty impressive for a 5 year old.
Makes sense. He's lying to attract friends. It's in internet's version of Rohypnol.Encryptshun wrote:naladude911 wrote:Ever since I was three I could name every make/model that was on the road which is pretty impressive for a 5 year old.
What nala heard:sentrastace wrote:lol.
I think its genetic, ha. My dad always loved cars....my older brother was always into cars....and for as long as I can remember, I dreamed about having an awesome car wayyyyyyyyyy before I had my license.
Im kind of like nala in the fact that i made a game out of being able to identify cars when I was young, like 10 years old.
sentrastace wrote:lol.
I think its genetic, ha. My dad always loved cars....my older brother was always into cars....and for as long as I can remember, I dreamed about having an awesome car wayyyyyyyyyy before I had my license.
Im kind of like nala in the fact that i made a game out of being able to identify cars when I was young, like 10 years old.
I don't remember the ones I helped work on when I was younger, but these were the main ones that I really spent a lot of time on:breadbox wrote:Also I think it'd be cool to put a list of 5 cars that helped you get it them.

Encryptshun wrote:Why do I get the feeling that nala's going to pick out the coolest and/or most heart-wrenching story and use it as his own?
This only serves to futher solidify my opinion that nala is actually either an alien or a robot.
He still does that to this day, and hasn't figured out that to women it means something else.naladude911 wrote:. My parents told me also that when I was small, I used to ask every visitor if I could see their spare tire
Bubba1 wrote:He still does that to this day, and hasn't figured out that to women it means something else.naladude911 wrote:. My parents told me also that when I was small, I used to ask every visitor if I could see their spare tire![]()
You're a lucky bastard.Bubba1 wrote: the car bug hit me very young. My dad was an enthusiast. I grew up with a Jag XK140 in the garage, followed by a Ferrari. I used to detail those cars in exchange for spirited rides on sunny Saturdays. Didn't have to twist dad's arm much. Eventually I began driving the Ferrari. My dad's next door neighbor (to his shop) restored exotic cars and stored them in the vacant part of Dad's shop. I used to help him out on occasion, and drove a few of his projects around. In high school, things really took off when I worked summers/holidays at a British Leyland then Fiat/Lancia/Saab dealer. Starting as a detailer, then assisting mechanics, exahanging cars with other dealers(when I got my license), making deliveries , and parts runs in fun trade in's, etc. What a great job for a young car nut. There were days I took the Ferrari to work at the dealer. The dealer's owner, a really great guy (and SCCA racer), used to let me park it out front, and would joke to customers that he paid his employees so well, the summer help drives a Ferrari. Fun times.