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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I started working occasionally for my father when I was around six. The first skill I learned was how to join a plug to a wire.
My dad was a big car guy. If you wanted to spend time with my dad, he was working on the car.
My father worked all the time.
My dad's a worker, an electrician, a bog standard job. Nothing glamorous like a footballer, but yet he still provided me with what I needed.
When I was 4, my dad let me 'help' him back out of the driveway, but I'm amazing at driving golf carts.
I was a young boy. A stock car guy used to live across the street from us. He'd work on his car, and both of my older brothers became gearheads.
I'm a car nut. My father was a parts manager at a Chevrolet dealership.
I'm quite handy with a screwdriver. I like making and fixing things.
I was a truly loving mom, but I didn't have the tools to do the job.
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.