Perhaps my love of cars stems from my desire to take apart any machine I could get my hand on as a child. I remember disassembling a blender as a very young child, although I can’t remember what my plan was once I freed the electric motor. I took my bicycles apart later in life and even managed to put one all the way back together. It should come as no surprise the Jeep Wrangler I drove in college, the first vehicle I bought with all my own money, had a list of spare parts that filled several pages when I eventually listed it for sale.
By the time I graduated from Ohio University, I had bought and parted out several other Jeeps. I usually bought a vehicle that had something I thought I needed to install on my own Jeep, sold the rest of the parts for a small profit, and scrapped the rusty frame and whatever sheetmetal was left. This is how I spent my Spring Breaks. I ended up buying my own house so I could have a real garage in which to store non-running vehicles.
It wasn’t until I got married that I learned to buy vehicles that came with both a running engine and lack of rust. It’s fun to own a vehicle that always starts. My most recent purchases are a 1992 Mazda Miata with a factory hardtop and a 2000 Chevy 2500 pickup that tows my 24 Hours of LeMons car to races -- provided the car is running. Since I’ve spent tens of thousands of miles towing broken down vehicles, I really appreciate how luxurious pickup trucks have gotten in the past decade. Factory trailer brake controllers and satellite radio really make long drives with a trailer more comfortable. If I were buying a new tow rig today, the Ford F-150 with an EcoBoost V-6 would be my first choice.
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