I was born into a car family and I wouldn't want it any other way
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From a straight 8 luxury car, to a V8 muscle car, to a V6 mid-engined sports coupe, I come from a long line of automotive enthusiasts.
My grandfather Rex’s pride and joy was a 1950 Buick Special 4-door “Jetback,” pictured here from around 1954. It was outfitted with just about every factory accessory available, and had enough chrome on the toothy grille to blind onlookers in bright sunlight.
My dad, Craig, spent most of his younger years wrenching on a 1968 Chevy II Nova. It probably went through more engines than most cars go through tires — not because of its unreliability, but because of dad’s insatiable appetite for more speed and more power.
And I carried on the tradition but in a different way, dedicating my attention to my Formula Red Acura NSX that was a birthday present to myself at age 30.
It’s no mystery that my love for all things automotive is a bit of a family affair.