Alone in the Car World

Growing up, I was always into cars. When I was not quite three years old, I could name cars from their headlights or taillights as they passed my parents car at night. I was dragging my parents to the car dealerships every September and October until I was old enough to drive there myself. I've "designed" cars and trucks since I was six even submitting a design to Ford before I was eight.

But it was always just me. My folks thought of cars at merely transportation. Some of my friends liked cars, but none were nearly as fanatical as I was.

I was so starved for automotive companionship that I would talk anyone's ear off if given the chance. I couldn't hold a conversation without it somehow leading to cars. It was the one topic I knew. It was a curse, atleast that's how my parents saw it.

When I was twelve or so, my father sat me down once and told me that I had to find more interests. I liked music although I couldn't play an instrument or hold a note. I liked art but I was far from gifted. Cars were my world.

After my father's brief talking-to, I left his room dejected. He left the room shortly afterward to find me looking into the toilet bowl. "These toilets are very interesting," I told him. He never brought the subject up again.

I met my first automotive professional when I was about thirteen. He was an editor of a car magazine and a friend of my uncle. I knew car salemen but they were salemen, not car people. This was a real, honest-to-gawd car person. And I'm sure he couldn't wait for me to leave that evening. I talked cars for as long as he sat still.

Years passed and I went off to college and graduated. With my degree in hand, I went looking for a job. I sold cars. I worked on cars. I wrote about cars. I worked with many, many people but still couldn't find car people like me. I even joined the Antique Automobile Club of America and found them not to be interested enough in cars for me.

One evening I was watching a show on the A&E network. It ranked the top 10 cars of all time and had the usual suspects such as the Model T and the Beetle. As the show counted off each car, people discussed why this car was so important. Of all the people interviewed, one woman changed my life.

Her name was Beverly Rae Kimes. The caption below her name read "President, Society of Automotive Historians."

What kind of group is the "Society of Automotive Historians," I asked myself. I immediately went on a search to find this group. In the age before widespread use of the internet, I tapped into a friend who was a historian, albeit architectural. She quickly returned with a contact name and address.

At the first meeting, I felt right at home. It didn't matter that I was almost half the age of the next youngest attendee. There was a bond right away. These were my people...REAL car people. After years of searching, I was home.

Whether you're into tuner cars or old American hot rods or diesel trucks, finding people who speak your language is important. Having an outlet where you can explore things you know and things you'd like to know is a must in order to keep growing and keep your interests fresh. That group exists. If you haven't found them yet, keep looking. If you have found them, enjoy every minute.

And if you're lucky, you might fall into a crowd that speaks your language and lives your lifestyle...and earns a living talking and doing just that. I have been so lucky. And I hope you have the same sort of luck!

Keep Motoring!