My uncle is a mechanic, and I wish I had paid more attention, but I never did.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My friends and neighbors were always fixing their cars. Soldiers who felt restless wanted to work on something, and they understood cars. Me, I like to look at cars but I was never really a mechanic.
I'm a huge NASCAR fan, but I'm not a gearhead. I've never been into fixing cars. It's not because I don't like it. I would love to know more. It's just my dad never taught me that stuff because my dad wasn't a mechanic.
When I was little, I used to work with my dad on the engine of his car. Mostly this was a matter of me handing him wrenches.
My dad was a cross-country truck driver.
My grandfather on one side was trained as a cabinetmaker but eventually worked as a coachbuilder and then built cars. I inherited from him a love of cars, but with no technical ability whatsoever, sadly!
I got into cars through my father. He used to work on cars. My job was to hold the light, which pretty much was the limit of my mechanical abilities.
Dad was a bus driver, and when he finished work he would repair cars.
Growing up, I would say, when we were racing go-karts back in the day, it was always our uncle. We were always looking up to our uncle. I mean, he won the Daytona 500, he's a very well-respected man, and we've always looked up to that.
I'm a car nut. My father was a parts manager at a Chevrolet dealership.
In America, the professor talks to the mechanic. They are in the same category.