Dad was a bus driver, and when he finished work he would repair cars.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My dad was a big car guy. If you wanted to spend time with my dad, he was working on the car.
Dad was very into electronics, robotics and computers, so I was interested in what he was doing.
My father was a die maker for 39 years, so I had a basic understanding of the automobile industry and what the manufacturing world was like, just from the opportunity to spend time with him - just talking, because he was a car buff.
My dad only ever talked about two things: bicycles and Mercedes.
My father was a construction engineer, and my mother was a production engineer.
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!
Dad worked his entire career as an aviation technician. Mom was a legal secretary who became a teacher. We lived a simple American life.
My dad was a cross-country truck driver.
My dad was very much a struggling actor and spent more of his life as a postman, as a member of a tarmac firm, as a van driver.
My dad didn't drive - the only dad I knew who didn't.