My life with wheels

It must have been the 51 Ford that did it, yup, that bump on the head at an early age started my journey on the road to car mania. My Mother had me in the front seat of my Grandfather's 51 ford, in a car seat (yes they had them way back then), all of a sudden ,my Mother recalls, she had to slam on the brakes. "plop" the front seat comes forward and I hit the dash. Even though I am convinced that my /mother was trying to dispose of me, the accident was my first contact with cars, but not my last. My details with cars continued as I began to walk and talk I could tell one car from the other and would proudly tell Dad and Mom what type of car it was! Sadly this must not have impressed my parents because I did not end up on "WHAT'S MY LINE" or The Art Linkletter Show". I knew a Ford from a Dodge from a Chevy and could even tell a Desoto from a Dodge, which was a pretty good trick, all done at the age of 3. Now the trick would be much harder as cars are all about the same and there is no imagination left to styling, it's all substance, no style. My "first" car was a 46 Ford, it was bigger than me (I was 5) and was a monster...my Dad would lift the hood to let me play while he was busy with other things that needed attention. This action would cause my Mom all sorts of stress as she could imagine the hood crashing down and trapping her baby boy in the jaws of this huge "tank". Nevertheless this car was my first car"love" and will remain so the rest of my life, I have a picture of me standing in front of it, hood open looking like it is ready to devour its next little kid, I'll find it "one of these days" and post it here...now go out and do something !