I've never really thought about the memories I've had concerning auto repair because I grew up where you either fixed it or rode your bike. Along the way a person can become an expert welder, fabricator, artists, painter, hydraulic specialists, tuner, racer, electrician, these darned things got a lot of things going on! They transcend the definition of "cars" or "trucks" to "personal statements", "my ride" and the most valuable and trusted title of " the family car / van / SUV". I remember riding in a 1942 Ford Coupe, Austin Healy Sprite, Porsche Super 90, 1951 wooden spoke wheel MG, 1947 Rolls Royce, 1951 "Olds 88" that my Mom called "Black Beauty".